“Poof!” exclaimed Sam, bursting out into a guffaw, as he turned in his seat, hugged the back of the chair, and shook with laughter. “That’s my poor, silly, soft old wife, as can’t be trusted out. Did they offer to pay you any of the money back?”
Mrs Jenkles nodded.
“How much?”
“Half a sovereign, Sam.”
“Well, that’s something; and jolly honest, too!”
“But I didn’t take it, Sam,” said Mrs Jenkles, dropping her work, to go and rest her hands upon his shoulder.
“You didn’t take it?”
“No, Sam, dear.”
“Then you’ve been and let ’em have more.”
“Yes, Sam, dear.”