Mrs.Kirk had Annie and William for dinner.

Mrs.
Bower, fat and waddling, bossed the house.
"Hash some cold meat up for the master's dinner, and make him an apple-charlotte pudding," said Mrs.Morel.
"He may go without pudding this day," said Mrs.Bower.
Morel was not as a rule one of the first to appear at the bottom of the pit, ready to come up.

Some men were there before four o'clock, when the whistle blew loose-all; but Morel, whose stall, a poor one, was at this time about a mile and a half away from the bottom, worked usually till the first mate stopped, then he finished also.

This day, however, the miner was sick of the work.

At two o'clock he looked at his watch, by the light of the green candle--he was in a safe working--and again at half-past two.