"That Bindle's done this," she muttered to herself. "It'll kill Mr. Hearty."
CHAPTER VI
MR. GUPPERDUCK'S MISHAP
"I've been out all day waiting in queues," remarked Mrs. Bindle complainingly, "and all I got was two candles and a quarter of a pound of marjarine."
"An' which are we goin' to 'ave for breakfast to-morrow?" enquired Bindle cheerfully.
"Yes, a lot you care!" retorted Mrs. Bindle, "coming home regular to your meals and expecting them to be ready, and then sitting down and eating. A lot you care!" she repeated.
"Wot jer want to take a lodger for," demanded Bindle, "if you can't get food enough for you an' me?"
"Doesn't his money help us pay our way?" demanded Mrs. Bindle.
"But wot's the good of 'avin' more money, Mrs. B., if you can't get enough food to go round?"