I must advise her to change her grocer." Warburton exploded in a roar of laughter, and cried, as Franks stared wonderingly at him: "You'll never make a better joke in your life than that." "Shows what I can do when I try," answered the artist.

"However, the tea is shockingly bad." "What can you expect for one and sevenpence halfpenny per pound ?" cried Will.
"How do _you_ know what she pays ?" Warburton's answer was another peal of merriment.
"Well, I shouldn't wonder," Franks went on.

"The fact is, you know, they're very poor.

It's a miserable sort of a life for a girl like Bertha Cross.

She's clever, in her way; did you ever see any of her work?
Children's book-illustrating?
It's more than passable, I assure you.