"I 'ope ye're satisfied: I am." When the bags were full, Pinkey was blue with the cold, and the dawn had broken, dull and grey, beneath the pitiless fall of rain.

It was no use waiting for such rain to stop, and they quarrelled again because Chook insisted that she should wait in the markets till he went home with one chaff-bag and came back for the other.

Each bag, bulging with vegetables, was nearly the size of Pinkey, but the expert in moving furniture was not to be dismayed by that.

She ended the dispute by seizing a bag and trudging out into the rain, bent double beneath the load, leaving Chook to curse and follow.
Halfway through breakfast Pinkey caught Chook's eye fixed on her in a peculiar manner.
"Wot are yez thinkin' about ?" she asked, with a smile.
"Well, if yer want ter know, I'm thinkin' wot a fool I was to marry yer," said Chook, bitterly.
A cold wave swept over Pinkey.

It flashed through her mind that he was tired of her; that he thought she wasn't strong enough to do her share of the work.