"Please, sir, I—couldn't afford to pay breakages! O dear! Well, it was as good as a play, I do declare. I only come back because you was getting too free with my goods. 'Ere's your biscuit, doggie." She bent down slowly to K.K. Denis gazed at her back.
"Jelly, valley, and twenty-four year 'ave Jelks and me," he murmured serenely.
Molly fled.
"Were you list'nin'?" Sheila Pat demanded.
"Did you think I'd leave my shop all that while, my dear? I've been a-watching you through the spy-'ole. You've broke one or two things, sir!"
"Oh, we'll buy them. We like 'em broken."
"Well, now, I've never 'eard anyone say that before. And you sold that table and tea-set at half price—"
"Oh, that's all right! We'll pay the difference."
"I thought that was what you'd do, sir."
They began choosing toys again. Sheila Pat, on whom the fever of bargain-hunting had descended, asked earnestly if Mrs. Jelks hadn't any broken toys.