“Ratty went first-rate to-day,” said Sam, after a few puffs.
But Mrs Jenkles did not take any notice; she only made her needle click, and Sam kept glancing at her as he went on smoking. At last she spoke.
“I shall go up and see those people, Sam, for I’m afraid you’ve been taken in. Was she a married woman.”
“Yes,” said Sam; “I saw her ring. But I say, you know, ’taint my fault, Sally,” he said, plaintively. “I was born a soft un.”
“Then it’s time you grew hard, Sam,” said Mrs Jenkles, bending over her work. “Thirty shillings takes a deal of saving with people like us.”
“Yes,” said Sam, “it do, ’specially when you has so many bad days to make up.”
“You ought not to have to pay more than twelve shillings a day for that cab, Sam.”
“I told the gov’nor so, and he said as it oughter be eighteen, and plenty would be glad to get it at that.”
Mrs Jenkles tightened her mouth, and shook her head.
“Oh! I say, Sally,” said Sam, plaintively, “I’ve been worried about that money; and now it was off my mind, I did think as it was all right. You’ve reglarly put my pipe out.”