“But you won’t tell her my name, will you?”
“In course not, seeing as I don’t know it.”
“That’s true,” said Nesta, with a relieved laugh.
“And I don’t want to,” said Mary Hogg.
“Better not,” said Nesta.
“Well, if you think mother’ll give you a bed—”
“I don’t know—it was you who said it.”
“She will, if you pay her. You may have to give her fourpence—can you afford that?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“She’ll give you your breakfast for three ha’pence, and a sort of dinner meal for threepence. Can you manage that?”