"Went down on the ebb tide," explained Mr. Brown; and spoilt Mr. Kidd's opening.
"Wherever he is 'e's better off," said Mrs. Gibbs.
"No more trouble about being out o' work; no more worry; no more pain. We've all got to go some day.
"Yes," began Mr. Kidd; "but—
"I'm sure I don't wish 'im back," said Mrs. Gibbs; "that would be sinful."
"But 'ow if he wanted to come back?" said Mr. Kidd, playing for an opening.
"And 'elp you spend that money," said Mr. Brown, ignoring the scowls of his friend.
Mrs. Gibbs looked bewildered. "Spend the money?" she began.
"Suppose," said Mr. Kidd, "suppose he wasn't drownded after all? Only last night I dreamt he was alive."
"So did I," said Mr. Brown.