'See what you've let me in for! Didn't I tell you as it might be all a mistake?
Oh yes, you may look!' Mrs.Peckover was startled; her small, cunning eyes went rapidly from Clem to Joseph, and she fixed the latter with a gaze of angry suspicion.
'Got a bit of news for you, mother,' resumed Joseph, nodding.

'You and Clem were precious artful, weren't you now?
It's my turn now.

Thought I'd got money--ha, ha!' 'And so you have,' replied Mrs.Peckover.

'We know all about it, so you needn't try your little game.' 'Know all about it, do you?
Well, see here.

My brother Mike died out in Australia, and his son died at the same time--they was drowned.