So the two shillings were added to the list.
“Is there anything else?”
“How much does it all come to now?” asked Ruth.
Easton added it all up. When he had finished he remained staring at the figures in consternation for a long time without speaking.
“Jesus Christ!” he ejaculated at last.
“What’s it come to?” asked Ruth.
“Forty-four and tenpence.”
“I knew we wouldn’t have enough,” said Ruth, wearily. “Now if you think I manage so badly, p’raps you can tell me which of these things we ought to leave out.”
“We’d be all right if it wasn’t for the debts,” said Easton, doggedly.
“When you’re not working, we must either get into debt or starve.”