“Look here, Florrie,” she said authoritatively. “Get. rid of all this trash.... There’s a stall in Duke Street on a Friday night where they buy this sort of thing second-hand. Take them down there next Friday and sell them.”
Florrie nodded submissively.
“Yes, mum, I will ... only ... I’ve read ’em neely all, only there’s jest a few I ain’t read yet; p’raps if I sowld the others I might keep ’em by till I’d finished reading of ’em ... wouldn’t take me long, mum!”
Catherine half smiled.
“I can’t think why you like reading them at all.”
Florrie looked critically at the volume in her hand.
“Well, mum, they ain’t bad.”
“And do you really enjoy them?”
“Not all of ’em, mum ... but some of ’em: well, mum, they ain’t at all bad....”