THEY didn't belong to the band.
We had a quiet, comfortable meal, and a smoke afterwards.

Then Jim and I took a long walk through the Hollow, so as to tell one another what was in our minds, which we hadn't a chance to do before.

Before we'd gone far Jim pulls a letter out of his pocket and gives it to me.
'It was no use sending it to you, old man, while you was in the jug,' he says; 'it was quite bad enough without this, so I thought I'd keep it till we were settled a bit like.

Now we're going to set up in business on our own account you'd best look over your mail.' I knew the writing well, though I hadn't seen it lately.

It was from her--from Kate Morrison that was.