“You would, before you’re told,” replied his wife bitingly.
“Niver you mind,” stormed Morel. “I know my business.”
“That’s more than doubtful,” said Mrs. Morel, “supposing some loud-mouthed creature had been getting you to thrash your own children.”
“I know,” repeated Morel.
And he said no more, but sat and nursed his bad temper. Suddenly William ran in, saying:
“Can I have my tea, mother?”
“Tha can ha’e more than that!” shouted Morel.
