"No."
"And the way she brought back the money for that brooch."
"Yes—that was funny."
"I don't see the fun of it, John."
"That was good of her."
"Do you know, I've been thinking, John, we might find room for her—those boys are a great trouble to us, and if we had a girl, it might answer better to take the papers out, and she might serve in the shop."
"Serve in my shop—good Lord!"
"Some day when we could trust her, I mean—and she could sleep with Ann; and I daresay she would come for her keep in these times. And we might be saving her—God knows from what!"
"Mrs. Wesden, you're as full of fancies as ever you can stick."
"I've a fancy to help her in these hard times, John; and when helping her won't ruin us—us who have put by now a matter of three thou——"