"That is the bump of music.

You have it yourself," she said, suddenly looking at Jonah's face.

"I'm sure you're fond of music.

Do you sing or play ?" "I can do a bit with the mouth-organ," said Jonah, off his guard.

He turned red with shame at this vulgar admission but the young woman only smiled.
"Well, about the boy," said Jonah, anxious to change the subject, "I'd like yer to take 'im in 'and, if yer could make anythin' of 'im." "I should be very pleased," said the young woman.
"Very well, we'll talk it over on Thursday, when yer come fer yer shoes," said Jonah, feeling that he was making an appointment with this fascinating stranger.
As she left the shop she handed Jonah a card, on which was printed: MISS CLARA GRIMES, TEACHER OF MUSIC.
Terms: 1 pound 1 shilling per quarter.
"Well, I'm damned!" said Jonah.