The noise grew to an uproar--a babel of tongues, sudden explosions of laughter, and the shuffling of feet.
Suddenly Mrs Yabsley looked at the clock.
"Good Gawd!" she cried, "to-morrer's Sunday, an' there ain't a bite or sup in the blessed 'ouse!" In the excitement of the wedding she had forgotten her weekly shopping.
It was a catastrophe.

But Chook had an idea.
"Cum on, blokes," he cried, "'oo'll cum down the road wi' Mother, an' 'elp carry the tucker?
Blimey, I reckon it's 'er night out!" A dozen volunteered, with a shout of applause.

Jonah and Ada were left to entertain the guests, and the party set out.

The grocer was going to bed, and the shop was in darkness, but they banged so fiercely on the door that he leaned over the balcony in his shirt, convinced that the Push had come to wreck his shop.

Yet he came down, distressed in his shopkeeper's soul at the thought of losing his profit.