"That's a winder." He considered it a moment, said "H'm!" and proceeded with his dinner.

Suddenly his face contracted with wrath.

"I hope he may never set foot i' my house again," he said.
"The idea!" cried Mrs.Morel.

"Saying such a thing!" "I do," repeated Morel.

"A fool as runs away for a soldier, let 'im look after 'issen; I s'll do no more for 'im." "A fat sight you have done as it is," she said.
And Morel was almost ashamed to go to his public-house that evening.
"Well, did you go ?" said Paul to his mother when he came home.
"I did." "And could you see him ?" "Yes." "And what did he say ?" "He blubbered when I came away." "H'm!" "And so did I, so you needn't 'h'm'!" Mrs.Morel fretted after her son.