“Sixpence a day.”
“And you lived, all three of you, on that?”
“Yes; all four of us, sir.”
“What do you do at the shop?”
“Please your worship,” interposed policeman James, “he was sent about his business yesterday.”
“Yes,” rejoined Clare, who did not understand the phrase, “I was sent with a lady to carry her bandbox to the station.”
“And when you came back, you was turned away, wasn’t you?” said James.
“Yes, sir.”
“What had you done?” asked the magistrate.
“I don’t quite know, sir.”