The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists
when I'm going out and I have to work all day with wet feet I shall be laid up.'
'At that second-hand shop down in High Street I saw a very good pair when I was out this afternoon, just your size, for two shillings.'
Easton did not reply at once. He did not much fancy wearing the cast-off boots of some stranger, who for all he knew, might have suffered from some disease, but then remembering that his old ones were literally falling off his feet he realised that he had practically no choice.
'If you're quite sure they'll fit you'd better get them. It's better to do that than for me to catch cold and be laid up for God knows how long.'
So the two shillings were added to the list.
'Is there anything else?'
'How much does it come to now?' asked Ruth.
Easton added it all up. When he had finished he remained staring at the figures in consternation for a long time without speaking.
'Jesus Christ!' he ejaculated at last.
'What's it come to?' asked Ruth.
'Forty-four-and-tenpence.'
'I knew we wouldn't have enough,' said Ruth, wearily. 'Now if you think I manage so badly, p'raps you can tell me which of those things we ought to leave out.'
'We'd be all right if it wasn't for the debts,' said Easton, doggedly.
'When you're not working we must either get into debt or starve.'
Easton made no answer.
'What'll we do about the rates?' asked Ruth.
'I'm sure I don't know; there's nothing left to pawn except my black coat and vest. You might get something on that.'
'It'll have to be paid somehow,' said Ruth, 'or you'll be taken off to jail for a month, the same as Mrs Newman's husband was last winter.'
'Well, you'd better take the coat and vest and see what you can get on 'em to morrow.'
'Yes,' said Ruth, 'and there's that brown silk dress of mine—you know the one I wore when we was married—I might get something on that, because we won't get enough on the coat and vest. I don't like parting with the dress, although I
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