Bindle applied himself to the apple-pie with obvious relish, glancing from time to time at The Gospel Sentinel.
"Well?" demanded Mrs. Bindle once more.
"I was jest wonderin'," said Bindle.
"I was jest wonderin'," continued Bindle, "why we want a lodger, us like two love-birds a-singin' an' a-cooin' all day long."
"What about the housekeeping?" demanded Mrs. Bindle aggressively.
"The 'ousekeepin'?" enquired Bindle innocently.
"Yes, the housekeeping," repeated Mrs. Bindle with rising wrath, as if Bindle were directly responsible, "the housekeeping, I said, and food going up like—like——"
"'Ell," suggested Bindle helpfully.
"How am I to make both ends meet?" she demanded.