"Worse luck," says she, pokin' the piece with her finger. "And this is nearly all bone and fat. Now couldn't you——"
"I'll ask the boss, ma'am," says the clerk. "Here he is."
Belcher has come over and is listenin', glarin' hostile at the woman.
"It's Mrs. Burke, the one whose sons are in the army," whispers Vee.
"It's so much to pay for meat like that," says Mrs. Burke. "If you could—— "
"Take it or leave it," snaps Belcher.
"Sure now," says she, "you know I can't afford to give——"
"Then get out!" orders Belcher.
At which Vee swings open the door of the cage, brushes past me, and faces him with her eyes snappin'.