I saved them up a long while ago.

That will pay for burying me.

And, Jim, you'll take care of the kid.

You won't let it go to the parish." Jim promised.
"Say 'S'welp me Gawd,' Jim." "S'welp me Gawd, mother." Then the woman, having arranged her worldly affairs, lay back ready, and Death struck.
Jim kept his oath.

He found the money, and buried his mother; and then, putting his household goods on a barrow, moved into cheaper apartments--half an old shed, for which he paid two shillings a week.
For eighteen months he and the baby lived there.