But her grief was too real for doubt.
"Well, if it ain't there, w'ere is it ?" cried Jonah, angrily, feeling that he, too, had been robbed.

"If it's gone, somebody took it.

Are yer sure yer niver got a few beers in, an' started skitin' about it ?" He looked hard at Ada.
"Niver a word about it 'ave I breathed to a livin' soul till this day," wailed Mrs Yabsley, mopping her eyes with her apron.
"Rye buck!" said Jonah.

"'Ere goes! I'll find it, if the blimey house falls down.

Gimme that axe." The floor-boards cracked and split as he ripped them up.