Three shillings a week! It’s no surprise that he died alone, with no friends around him!’
‘You never spoke a truer word,’ said the second.
‘He was a bad man, we all know that,’ said the third.
‘Now what have we here?’ said old Joe, opening the woman’s bundles. ‘Buttons, pencils, boots, silver spoons, some excellent bed-curtains, blankets and-a
a very good shirt,’ he added, feeling the fine cotton