“There’s only one thing to be done,” said Mrs Hogg, “you must share my bed.”
This was scarcely agreeable, but any port in a storm, Nesta thought.
“Very well.”
“I’ll charge you twopence a night.”
“Thank you,” said Nesta.
“The boys will have to leave the room and sleep in the scullery.”
“Hooray!” said Dan.
“Hurroa!” cried Ben.
“Quiet, lads, quiet,” said the mother. “You go right out of the way and let the young lady rest herself.”
“I’m just a girl,” said Nesta. “I’d best not be a young lady; I’m just a girl, and I’m very glad to come and stay with you. I shall be rather hungry presently,” she continued; “could you give me any supper?”