“Isn’t it sickenin!” exclaimed Mrs. Morel in wrath.
“Ha! But I’n just seed Jont Hutchby.”
“They might as well have saved their shoe-leather,”said Mrs. Morel. And both women went indoors disgusted.
The colliers, their faces scarcely blackened, were trooping home again. Morel hated to go back. He loved the sunny morning. But he had gone to pit to work, and to be sent home again spoilt his temper.
“Good gracious, at this time!” exclaimed his wife, as he entered.
“Can I help it, woman?” he shouted.