I take a string bag always." She saw the determined little collier buying in the week's groceries and meat on the Friday nights, and she admired him.

"Barker's little, but he's ten times the man you are," she said to her husband.
Just then Wesson entered.

He was thin, rather frail-looking, with a boyish ingenuousness and a slightly foolish smile, despite his seven children.

But his wife was a passionate woman.
"I see you've kested me," he said, smiling rather vapidly.
"Yes," replied Barker.
The newcomer took off his cap and his big woollen muffler.

His nose was pointed and red.
"I'm afraid you're cold, Mr.Wesson," said Mrs.Morel.
"It's a bit nippy," he replied.
"Then come to the fire." "Nay, I s'll do where I am." Both colliers sat away back.