“No; can’t say I do. I fancy I’ve seen your face before somewhere.”
“I was at your place when little Arvie died. I used to work with him at Grinder Brothers’, you know.”
“Oh, of course I remember you! What was I thinking about? I’ve had such a lot of worry lately that I don’t know whether I’m on my head or my heels. Besides, you’ve grown since then, and changed a lot. You’re Billy—Billy—-”
“Billy Anderson’s my name.”
“Of course! To be sure! I remember you quite well.”
“How’ve you been gettin’ on, Mrs Aspinall?”
“Ah! Don’t mention it—nothing but worry and trouble—nothing but worry and trouble. This grinding poverty! I’ll never have anything else but worry and trouble and misery so long as I live.”
“Do you live in Jones’s Alley yet?”
“Yes.”
“Not bin there ever since, have you?”