She drew the brush from the flue, and I now saw it in its entire length.
"Wherever did you get it from?" I knew Dimbie and I hadn't bought it when we furnished.
"From the ironmonger's, of course."
"Was it expensive?" I asked carelessly. I wondered if it were a present from Amelia to us.
"Sixpence ha'penny. I sold some bottles and rubbish to the donkey-stone man."
"All that for sixpence halfpenny?" I ejaculated, ignoring the donkey-stone man, of whom I had never heard before.
Amelia eyed me a little pityingly.
"Would you care to see the drain-bamboo, mum? That cost fourpence."
"The drain-bamboo?"
"The thing we push down the drains to keep 'em clean and save bad smells."