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Ray, who was growing too big for the box-cradle, was lying on a sugar-bag in the shade. "W'y, Joe, yer face is as long as a fiddle!" cried Mrs Yabsley, cheerfully. "Wot's up? 'Ave yer got the sack?" "No, but Dutchy's got nuthin' fer me till We'n'sday. I might 'ave known that. An' anyhow, if I earned more than a quid, 'e'd break 'is 'eart."
Late in the afternoon Jonah, who looked like a sweep, gave up the search. The kitchen was a wreck. Mrs Yabsley sat with the coins in her lap, feasting her eyes on this heap of glittering gold, for she had rubbed each coin till it shone like new. Her peace of mind was restored, but it was a long time before she could think of rats and mice without anger.
A bottle was opened with infinite precaution, but the faint plop of the cork reached the sharp ears of Mrs Swadling, who was lounging at the end of the lane. The unusual movements of Mrs Yabsley had roused her suspicions, but the arrival of her husband, Sam fighting drunk for his tea, had interrupted her observations.
In my position, you understand " There had been a few moments' silence, when Constance asked: "Do you ever hear of Mr. Yabsley?" Was the woman a thought-reader?
"'Ere, Ada, run an' git threepenn'orth," she cried. In a minute Ada returned with the basin full of green peas, boiled into a squashy mass. Mrs Yabsley went out with the shirts, and Jonah and Ada sat down to the peas, which they ate with keen relish, after sprinkling them with pepper and vinegar.
W'en a man's married, 'e's got somethin' better to do than smokin' cigarettes an' playin' a mouth-orgin." "Yes," said Jonah, grinning. "Git up an' light the fire, an' graft 'is bloomin' 'ead off." Mrs Yabsley feigned deafness. "Anyhow, 'e didn't git 'is 'ouses 'awkin' fish," pursued Jonah; "'e got 'em while 'e kep' a pub."
"They've boned the paper ter make their nests. Every dollar's 'ere, if we only look." "Thank Gawd!" said Mrs Yabsley, heaving a tremendous sigh. "Ada, go an' git a jug o' beer." In an hour Jonah had recovered twenty-eight of the missing coins; the remaining two had evidently been dragged down to their nests by the industrious vermin.
She did not for a moment think that May was engaged, and, after all, Mr. Yabsley might even be married. "Then why," cried Lady Ogram, furiously, "did you begin by terrifying me? Did you do it on purpose? If I thought so, I would send you packing about your business this moment!" Constance, who had not yet taken a seat, drew back a few steps. Her face darkened.
But as the door slammed behind him, he suddenly changed his mind and, turning back, hammered on the closed door with frantic rage, calling on someone within to come out and be killed. Then, as he grew tired of trying to get in, he remembered his wife, but she had disappeared. The crowd gathered about, glad of a diversion, and the news travelled across the street to Mrs Yabsley on her veranda.
Mrs Yabsley had never spent so much money on dress in her life, but Miss Perkins pointed out that the cadgers in Cardigan Street went out better dressed than she on Sunday, and Mrs Yabsley gave in. Miss Perkins refused to accept a fur necklet, slightly damaged by moth, reduced to twelve-and-six, but took a plain leather belt for eighteen pence.
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