I can't work." She went very quiet.
"Yes, it's all very well," she said; "but how do you think I'm going to manage ?" "Well, it won't make it any better to whittle about it." "I should like to know what you'd do if you had it to put up with." "It won't be long.

You can have my money.

Let him go to hell." He went back to his work, and she tied her bonnet-strings grimly.

When she was fretted he could not bear it.

But now he began to insist on her recognizing him.
"The two loaves at the top," she said, "will be done in twenty minutes.
Don't forget them." "All right," he answered; and she went to market.
He remained alone working.