“Yes, Mum.”
“And you’re at home again and out of employment?”
“Yes, Mum.”
“Do you live near here?”
“No—leastways, not very far.”
“With your father.”
“Stepfather, Mum. I’m a Norfan.”
“Well, how would you like to come with us for a few days and help with things? Seven-and-sixpence a week.”
Bealby’s face was eloquent.
“Would your stepfather object?”