Beatrice pulled on her coat, and went out with Leonard and Annie.

She would meet her own boy.
"Don't forget that bread, our Paul," cried Annie.

"Good-night, Miriam.

I don't think it will rain." When they had all gone, Paul fetched the swathed loaf, unwrapped it, and surveyed it sadly.
"It's a mess!" he said.
"But," answered Miriam impatiently, "what is it, after all--twopence, ha'penny." "Yes, but--it's the mater's precious baking, and she'll take it to heart.

However, it's no good bothering." He took the loaf back into the scullery.