It smelt very good, and Jessie was ravenously hungry.
"Does father have to go to work every day as early as this ?" she asked.
"Work!" cried Mrs.Lang, with a scornful laugh.

"Work! I've never known your father work since he crossed my path! It's the races he's off to; you wouldn't find him get up at this hour for anything else." Jessie stared wide-eyed.

"Doesn't he ever work ?" she gasped.
"How does he live, then ?" "Well you may ask!" snapped Mrs.Lang bitterly.

"He's kept.

I do the work, and he finds that more to his taste.