In the gap of the hedge Ralph tore up a poacher's wire, set across a hole to trap a rabbit.
"It's quite right that they should poach," said Mary, watching him tugging at the wire.

"I wonder whether it was Alfred Duggins or Sid Rankin?
How can one expect them not to, when they only make fifteen shillings a week?
Fifteen shillings a week," she repeated, coming out on the other side of the hedge, and running her fingers through her hair to rid herself of a bramble which had attached itself to her.

"I could live on fifteen shillings a week--easily." "Could you ?" said Ralph.

"I don't believe you could," he added.
"Oh yes.

They have a cottage thrown in, and a garden where one can grow vegetables.