“Sam, you’d better give me that two pound you’ve got, and I’ll put it with the rest.”
Sam didn’t answer, only tapped his pipe on the hob.
Mrs Jenkles glanced at him, and then said—
“Did you hear what I said, Sam?”
“Yes.”
“Then why don’t you give it me? Draw that oven back an inch.”
“Aint got it—only half a sov,” said Sam, leaving the potatoes to burn.
Mrs Jenkles dropped her work upon her lap, and her face grew very red.
“Didn’t you say, Sam, that if I’d trust you, you wouldn’t do so any more?”
“Yes.”