KIPPS
"I'm going down this way to mother's cottage," said Ann.
"I'll come a bit your way if I may."
In New Romney social distinctions that are primary realities in Folkestone are absolutely non-existent, and it seemed quite permissible for him to walk with Ann, for all that she was no more than a servant. They talked with remarkable ease to one another, they slipped into a vein of intimate reminiscence in the easiest manner. In a little while Kipps was amazed to find Ann and himself at this:
"You r'member that half sixpence? What we cut togevver?"
"Yes."
"I got it still."
She hesitated. "Funny, wasn't it?" she said, and then, "You got yours, Artie?"
"Rather," said Kipps. "What do you think?" and wondered in his heart of hearts why he had never looked at that sixpence for so long.
Ann smiled at him frankly.
"I didn't expect you'd keep it," she said. "I thought often—it was silly to keep mine.
"Besides," she reflected, "it didn't mean anything really."
She glanced at him as she spoke and met his eye.
"Oh, didn't it!" said Kipps, a little late with his response, and realising his infidelity to Helen even as he spoke.
"It didn't mean much anyhow," said Ann. "You still in the drapery?"
"I'm living at Folkestone," began Kipps and de-
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