"What's wrong with the supper here?" asked Mavis, nervously thinking of her hearty appetite and the few shillings that remained after settling up with Mrs Ellis.
"Taste and try: you've only to go right to the bottom of the 'ouse. Excuse me."
Here the swarthy young woman leaned so far out of the window that Mavis feared she would lose her balance and fall into the street. Then Mavis heard footsteps and the clatter of a pail in the passage. The door opened, and the misshapen person who had been rude to her when she was waiting downstairs appeared.
"Here she is," called this person, at which two men entered with Mavis's trunks; these they dumped on the floor.
"Thank you," said Mavis.
"Heavy work, miss," remarked one of the men.
"Be off with you," cried the servant.
"Now then, beauty," laughed the other of the men.
"Be off with you; none of your cadging here."
"But they're heavy, and if—" began Mavis.