So he ran in to Mrs.Inger, next door but one, for her to talk to him.

She had no children.

Her husband was good to her but was in a shop, and came home late.

So, when she saw the lad at the door, she called: "Come in, Paul." The two sat talking for some time, when suddenly the boy rose, saying: "Well, I'll be going and seeing if my mother wants an errand doing." He pretended to be perfectly cheerful, and did not tell his friend what ailed him.

Then he ran indoors.
Morel at these times came in churlish and hateful.
"This is a nice time to come home," said Mrs.Morel.
"Wha's it matter to yo' what time I come whoam ?" he shouted.
And everybody in the house was still, because he was dangerous.