The man was beginning to become impatient.
“Well,” he said, “What else?”
“We owe the baker eight shillings. We did owe nearly a pound, but I’ve been paying it off a little at a time.”
This was added to the list.
“Then there’s the milkman. I’ve not paid him for four weeks. He hasn’t sent a bill yet, but you can reckon it up; we have two penn’orth every day.”
“That’s four and eight,” said Easton, writing it down. “Anything else?”
“One and seven to the greengrocer for potatoes, cabbage, and paraffin oil.”
“Anything else?”
“We owe the butcher two and sevenpence.”
“Why, we haven’t had any meat for a long time,” said Easton. “When was it?”