"He's foxy, very. Has to be. A London dealer must be sharper than his customers. The big collectors, the chaps that write thumpin' cheques are no fools, and some of them are knaves. I could tell you stories——"
"Please don't, dear."
"Why not?"
"I don't want to listen to unpleasant stories now; and besides, mother is expecting me. It's washing day."
"I hate the thought of my Sue at the wash tub!"
She considered this gravely, with her head a little upon one side. Then she answered soberly, "I like doing things, and getting them done properly."
"By Gum, you seem to forget you're a lady born."
"I'm only half and half, Joe. It will be a real pride to me getting up your shirts."
"There'll be none o' that, my girl."
She laughed gaily, but her face was pensive as she returned to Laburnum Row.