Then the words came with a rush.
"I could give yer a tune meself, but I suppose yer'd poke borak." "Give me a tune?
I never knew you could sing," said Clara, in surprise.
"Sing!" said Jonah, in scorn.

"I can beat any singin' w'en I'm in good nick." "Whatever do you mean ?" said Clara.

She was surprised to see that the habitual shrewd look had gone out of his eyes.

He looked half ashamed and defiant.
"Yer remember w'en I first met yer in the shop I mentioned that I could do a bit with the mouth-organ ?" "The mouth-organ ?" said Clara, smiling.

"I thought only boys amused themselves with that." "No fear!" cried Jonah.