“Wot was it as you took, Dick?”
“A purse,” said Dick.
“A purse full o’ money?” questioned Flo.
“There was six bobs and a tanner,” said Dick, “and Jenks said as I did it real clever.”
“That was wot bought us the ’ot roasted goose,” continued Flo.
“Yes. Jenks said, as it wor the first time, we should ’ave a rare treat. They cost three bobs, that ’ere goose and taters. I say, worn’t they jist prime?”
“’Ave you any more o’ that money?” asked Flo, taking no notice of this last query.
“Yes, I ’ave a bob and I ’ave the purse. Jenks said as I was to have the purse, and I means the purse for you, Flo.”
“You needn’t mean it for me, then,” said Flo, raising her gentle little voice, “fur I’d rayther be cut up in bits than touch it, or look at it, and you ’as got to give back that ’ere bob to Jenks, Dick, fur ef we was to starve hout and hout we won’t neither of us touch bite nor sup as it buys. I thought as you was sorry, Dick, when I heard you cryin’, but no, you ain’t, and you ’ave furgot mother, that you ’ave.”
At these words Dick burst out crying afresh. Flo had reserved her indignation for so long, that when it came it took him utterly by surprise.