The Frobishers

I’ve been ailing some time, said Cissie, and I knowed it would be on me soon. Charlie Mangin heard of it through our bailie, and he came right into our room and straight up to me. ‘Look here, ’ says he, ‘I’m not going to have no more lead cases at Fennings’, so clear out with a week’s wages to play with. Hook to the seaside–anywhere you like out of this town; and after you have been there three weeks, I’ll send you a postal order for a sovereign. If you mend, the Fennings know how to make it up to you–and you’ll be taken back again, and promoted to something better.‘ ’ Well, ‘ said I, ’ I’ll consider it.‘ Then he pressed me further, and I asked him to give me a couple of days to consider i