Six-pence a box." "Got any holders ?" "Holders?
Don't ask.

Haven't seen one this year." "Got any toffee-- ?" "Cough-drops--two-pence an ounce--nothing else left." "Give me four ounces." He watched her weighing them in the little brass scales.
"You've not got much of a Christmas show," he said.
"Don't talk about Christmas, as far as sweets is concerned.

They ought to have allowed us six times the quantity--there's plenty of sugar, why didn't they?
We s'll have to enjoy ourselves with what we've got.

We mean to, anyhow." "Ay," he said.
"Time we had a bit of enjoyment, THIS Christmas.

They ought to have made things more plentiful." "Yes," he said, stuffing his package in his pocket..