“Good gracious, at this time!” exclaimed his wife, as he entered.
“Can I help it, woman!” he shouted.
“And I’ve not done half enough dinner.”
“Then I’ll eat my bit o’ snap as I took with me,” he bawled pathetically. He felt ignominious and sore.
And the children, coming home from school, would wonder to see their father eating with his dinner the two thick slices of rather dry and dirty bread-and-butter that had been to pit and back.
“What’s my dad eating his snap for now?” asked Arthur.
“I should ha’e it holled at me if I didna,” snorted Morel.
“What a story!” exclaimed his wife.
“An’ is it goin’ to be wasted?” said Morel. “I’m not such a extravagant mortal as you lot, with your waste. If I drop a bit of bread at pit, in all the dust an’ dirt, I pick it up an’ eat it.”
“The mice would eat it,” said Paul. “It wouldn’t be wasted.”
“Good bread-an’-butter’s not for mice, either,” said Morel. “Dirty or not dirty, I’d eat it rather than it should be wasted.”
“You might leave it for the mice and pay for it out of your next pint,” said Mrs. Morel.
“Oh, might I?” he exclaimed.
They were very poor that autumn. William had just gone away to London, and his mother missed his money. He sent ten shillings once or twice, but he had many things to pay for at first. His letters came regularly once a week. He wrote a good deal to his mother, telling her all his life, how he made friends, and was exchanging lessons with a Frenchman, how he enjoyed London. His mother felt again he was remaining to her just as when he was at home. She wrote to him every week her direct, rather witty letters. All day long, as she cleaned the house, she thought of him. He was in London: he would do well. Almost, he was like her knight who wore her favour in the battle.
He was coming at Christmas for five days. There had never been such pre rations. Paul and Arthur scoured the land for holly and evergreens. Annie made the pretty paper hoops in the old-fashioned way. And there was unheard-of extravagance in the larder. Mrs. Morel made a big and magnificent cake. Then, feeling queenly, she showed Paul how to blanche almonds. He skinned the long nuts
