"Here's a church, let's go in and get married." Christmas, Easter or Bank Holiday comes to their aid, and they do it! and, heigho! for life's romance.
The happy bride continues at the factory, and brings her shillings to make up the thirty.

They pay three shillings and sixpence weekly for their room, one-and-six weekly for their household goods, two more shillings weekly are required for their wedding clothes, that is all! Have they not twenty-three shillings left! They knew that they could manage it! All goes merrily as a marriage bell! Hurrah! They can afford a night or two a week at a music-hall; why did they not get married before?
how stupid they had been! But something happens, for the bride becomes a mother.

Her wages cease, and thirty shillings weekly for two is a very different matter to twenty shillings for three! They had to engage an old woman for nurse for one week only.

But that cost seven shillings and sixpence.

A number of other extras are incurred, all to be paid out of his earnings.