There were fourteen shillings a week from the pit, ten shillings from the sick club, and five shillings from the Disability Fund; and then every week the butties had something for Mrs.Morel--five or seven shillings--so that she was quite well to do.

And whilst Morel was progressing favourably in the hospital, the family was extraordinarily happy and peaceful.

On Saturdays and Wednesdays Mrs.Morel went to Nottingham to see her husband.

Then she always brought back some little thing: a small tube of paints for Paul, or some thick paper; a couple of postcards for Annie, that the whole family rejoiced over for days before the girl was allowed to send them away; or a fret-saw for Arthur, or a bit of pretty wood.

She described her adventures into the big shops with joy.