“Ah! thought it was.”
Revitts sent his elbows into Mary and me again, and had a silent laugh under one glove, but pricked up his ears directly, as the conductor shouted again:
“Ain’t that Bob Binnies?”
“What, him on the orf side?” said the driver, pointing with his whip.
“Yes.”
“Well, what of him?”
“What of him? Why, he’s the chap as got married, and had such a large family.”
“Did he, though?” said the driver seriously.
“Ten children in five years, Bill.”
“Lor’! with only five-and-twenty shillings a week. How did he manage?”