KIPPS
thing like a faint cheer from the newsboy came down the air to terminate that transaction.
Chitterlow went on his way swinging a great budget of papers, a figure of merited success. The newsboy recovered from his emotion with a jerk, examined something in his hand again, transferred it to his pocket, watched Chitterlow for a space, and then in a sort of hushed silence resumed his daily routine. . . .
Ann and Kipps watched that receding happiness in silence, until he vanished round the bend of the road.
"I am glad," said Ann at last, speaking with a little sigh.
"So'm I," said Kipps, with emphasis. "For if ever a feller 'as worked and waited-it's 'im.". . .
They went back through the shop rather thoughtfully, and after a peep at the sleeping baby, resumed their interrupted breakfast. "If ever a feller 'as worked and waited, it's 'im," said Kipps, cutting bread.
"Very likely it's true," said Ann, a little wistfully.
"What's true?"
"About all that money coming."
Kipps meditated. "I don't see why it shouldn't be," he decided, and handed Ann a piece of bread on the tip of his knife.
"But we'll keep on the shop," he said after an interval for further reflection, "all the same. . . . I 'aven't much trust in money after the things we've seen.
444
