“Can I help it, woman?” he shouted.
“And I’ve not done half enough dinner.”
“Then I’ll eat my bit o’ snap as I took with me,” he bawled pathetically. He felt ignominious and sore.
And the children, coming home from school, would wonder to see their father eating with his dinner the two thick slices of rather dry and dirty bread-andbutter that had been to pit and back.