'I can't stop,' said Jane, 'but I thought I'd just look in and speak
a word. How have you been getting on?'
'Oh, do come in for just a minute!' pleaded Pennyloaf, moving
backwards to an open door, whither Jane followed. They entered a
room--much like other rooms that we have looked into from time to
time. Following the nomadic custom of their kind, Bob Hewett and his
wife had lived in six or seven different lodgings since their
honeymoon in Shooter's Gardens. Mrs. Candy first of all made a
change necessary, as might have been anticipated, and the
restlessness of domestic ill-being subsequently drove them from
place to place. 'Come in 'ere, Johnny,' she Called to the child
lying on the landing. 'What's the good o' washin' you, I'd like to
know? Just see, Miss Snowdon, he's made his face all white with the
milk as the boy spilt on the stairs! Take this brush an' play with
it, do! I _can't_ keep 'em clean, Miss Snowdon, so it's no use
talkin'.'
'Are you going somewhere to-night?' Jane inquired, with a glance at
the strange costume.
Pennyloaf looked up and down in a shamefaced way.
'I only did it just because I thought he might like to see me.
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