Part 10 (2/2)
So the two s.h.i.+llings were added to the list.
'Is there anything else?'
'How much does it all 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 e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed 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 these 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 p.a.w.n 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 tomorrow.'
'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 never wear it; but we'll be sure to be able to get it out again, won't we?'
'Of course,' said Easton.
They remained silent for some time, Easton staring at the list of debts and the letters. She was wondering if he still thought she managed badly, and what he would do about it. She knew she had always done her best. At last she said, wistfully, trying to speak plainly for there seemed to be a lump in her throat: 'And what about tomorrow? Would you like to spend the money yourself, or shall I manage as I've done before, or will you tell me what to do?'
'I don't know, dear,' said Easton, sheepishly. 'I think you'd better do as you think best.'
'Oh, I'll manage all right, dear, you'll see,' replied Ruth, who seemed to think it a sort of honour to be allowed to starve herself and wear shabby clothes.
The baby, who had been for some time quietly sitting upon his mother's lap, looking wonderingly at the fire--his teeth appeared to trouble him less since he got rid of the eggs and bacon and potatoes--now began to nod and doze, which Easton perceiving, suggested that the infant should not be allowed to go to sleep with an empty stomach, because it would probably wake up hungry in the middle of the night. He therefore woke him up as much as possible and mashed a little of the bread and toasted cheese with a little warm milk. Then taking the baby from Ruth he began to try to induce it to eat. As soon, however, as the child understood his object, it began to scream at the top of its voice, closing its lips firmly and turning its head rapidly from side to side every time the spoon approached its mouth. It made such a dreadful noise that Easton at last gave in. He began to walk about the room with it, and presently the child sobbed itself to sleep. After putting the baby into its cradle Ruth set about preparing Easton's breakfast and packing it into his basket. This did not take very long, there being only bread and b.u.t.ter--or, to be more correct, margarine.
Then she poured what tea was left in the tea-pot into a small saucepan and placed it on the top of the oven, but away from the fire, cut two more slices of bread and spread on them all the margarine that was left; then put them on a plate on the table, covering them with a saucer to prevent them getting hard and dry during the night. Near the plate she placed a clean cup and saucer and the milk and sugar.
In the morning Easton would light the fire and warm up the tea in the saucepan so as to have a cup of tea before going out. If Ruth was awake and he was not pressed for time, he generally took a cup of tea to her in bed.
Nothing now remained to be done but to put some coal and wood ready in the fender so that there would be no unnecessary delay in the morning.
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