So she ordered kidney-pies and potatoes as the cheapest available dish.
"We oughtn't to have come here, mother," said Paul.
"Never mind," she said.

"We won't come again." She insisted on his having a small currant tart, because he liked sweets.
"I don't want it, mother," he pleaded.
"Yes," she insisted; "you'll have it." And she looked round for the waitress.

But the waitress was busy, and Mrs.Morel did not like to bother her then.

So the mother and son waited for the girl's pleasure, whilst she flirted among the men.
"Brazen hussy!" said Mrs.Morel to Paul.

"Look now, she's taking that man HIS pudding, and he came long after us." "It doesn't matter, mother," said Paul.
Mrs.Morel was angry.