She had it in bed with her.
Morel, thinking nothing, dragged his way up the garden path, wearily and angrily.

He closed his umbrella, and stood it in the sink; then he sluthered his heavy boots into the kitchen.

Mrs.Bower appeared in the inner doorway.
"Well," she said, "she's about as bad as she can be.

It's a boy childt." The miner grunted, put his empty snap-bag and his tin bottle on the dresser, went back into the scullery and hung up his coat, then came and dropped into his chair.
"Han yer got a drink ?" he asked.
The woman went into the pantry.

There was heard the pop of a cork.