Here was the chance of a lifetime, if a man had a few dollars.

With Bob's outfit, he could open a shop on the Road, and run rings round Paasch and the others.

But seven pounds! He had never handled so much money in his life, and there was no one to lend it to him.

Mrs Yabsley was as poor as a crow.
Well, he would fit up the back room as a workshop, and go on at Packard's as an outdoor finisher, carrying a huge bag of boots to and from the factory every week, like Tom Mullins.
When Jonah reached the cottage, he found Mrs Yabsley sorting the shirts and collars; Ada was reading a penny novelette.

She had left Packard's without ceremony on her wedding-day, and was spending her honeymoon on the back veranda.