he said. “If you’d wait a bit you might get summat.”

She glanced for the first time over the men. She was quite young, and would have been pretty, were she not so hard and callous-looking.

“Have you had your dinner?” asked the father.

She looked at him with a kind of anger, and turned away. Her face was so childish in its contours, contrasting strangely with her expression.

“Are you coming?” she said to the man.

“He’s had his tuck-in. Have a bit, if you want it,” coaxed the father.

“What have you had?” she flashed to the man.

“He’s had all what was left o’