"Where am I to get putty?" said Joseph. "Send for a glazier."
"Bless us and save us!" groaned Mr. Loyd.
"There isn't much saving in having a broken window to catch cold by."
Mr. Loyd rushed into the hall, and taking down his hat and coat from the rack, put them on.
"Come up to town at once," he exclaimed; "we'll go and see Mr. Maybrick."
"What's the good of a hayrick?" asked Joseph simply.
"Eh?"
"You can't stop a hole in a window with a hayrick."
"I said Maybrick, the broker," roared Mr. Loyd, putting his hands to his mouth.
"I do wish you'd speak out."