"Why shouldn't we ?" Mr.Vickers took another amazed glance round and his brow darkened.
"Where did you get the money ?" he inquired.
"Saved it," said his daughter, reddening despite herself.
"Saved it ?" repeated the justly-astonished Mr.Vickers.

"Saved it?
Ah! out of my money; out of the money I toil and moil for--out of the money that ought to be spent on food.

No wonder you're always complaining that it ain't enough.

I won't 'ave it, d'ye hear?
I'll have my rights; I'll----" "Don't make so much noise," said his daughter, who was stooping down to ease one of Mrs.Vickers's boots.

"You would have fours, mother, and I told you what it would be." "He said that I ought to wear threes by rights," said Mrs.Vickers; "I used to." "And I s'pose," said Mr.Vickers, who had been listening to these remarks with considerable impatience--"I s'pose there's a bran' new suit o' clothes, and a pair o' boots, and 'arf-a-dozen shirts, and a new hat hid upstairs for me ?" "Yes, they're hid all right," retorted the dutiful Miss Vickers.