"What's your name, boy?"
"Enry Arper, lady."
"Enry what?"
"Enry Arper, lady."
"Could you eat a bit o' bacon, do you think?"
The boy nodded with an eagerness that made the Foreman Shunter laugh.
"I see nothing to laugh at, Job Lorimer," said his wife sharply. Tears had come into her eyes. She whisked them away with a corner of her apron, and then gave a sniff of remarkable violence. "And they call this a Christian land."
"You never heard me call it that, Mother," said the Foreman Shunter.
"More shame to you, then, Job Lorimer."
"I know this," said the Foreman Shunter, speaking in a slow and decisive manner, "whatever this country is or whatever it ain't, there's as much Christianity in it as there is in that hearthrug. And there ain't a bit more."