Linton (attacking the last sausage).—She's a fine woman—I say it—even if she was a bit rough on me last night. She's a wonderful woman.
Benn.—She's a great worker. W'y, when that last biby come, 'ow long do you suppose she laid off? One week. Just seven d'ys, and she was up and at it again. She only let one week's charing collect on 'er.
Linton (wiping his lips).—She's a marvel. I suppose she soon caught up with that too.
Benn.—Oh, yes, she's never let nothink collect on 'er for long.
Linton.—I wonder if I could have a cup of tea. It would warm me up so I'd not feel the cold so much in the park to-night.
Benn (contritely).—Tea! Of course you can. The kettle's just on the boil. Just 'ave a squint at the clock again while I stew it. (Linton goes to the
