AT THE COBBLER’S WINDOW SHE STOPPED.
“No, thank you, Miss, an’ that I won’t. Mrs. Radford’s just been sayin’ as how they must have cost you fourpence apiece, so really, Miss, I couldn’t eat one of they, no, not if it was ever so.”
“Does Mrs. Radford still think we are rapidly coming to the end of our money?” asked Miss Dorothea.
“Yes, Miss, indeed she does; she says ’tis like Oldham wakes, whatever they be, an’ that it can’t last out.”
“Are you afraid, too?”
“Me afraid? an’ that I’m not, an’ you as always pays over an’ above for what you have.”
Mrs. Tregennis still stood in the doorway, holding the teapot in her right hand, and here Tommy joined her.
“Well, then,” Miss Margaret’s voice was quite pleading, “won’t you have an orange?”