"What, again?" said the unfortunate woman. "Yes, again," repeated her
husband.
Mrs. Blows turned away, and dropping into a chair threw her apron over
her head and burst into discordant weeping. Two little Blows, who had
ceased their outcries, resumed them again from sheer sympathy.
"Stop it," yelled the indignant Mr. Blows; "stop it at once; d'ye hear?"
"I wish I'd never seen you," sobbed his wife from behind her apron. "Of
all the lazy, idle, drunken, good-for-nothing----"
"Go on," said Mr. Blows, grimly.
"You're more trouble than you're worth," declared Mrs. Blows. "Look at
your father, my dears," she continued, taking the apron away from her
face; "take a good look at him, and mind you don't grow up like it."
Mr. Blows met the combined gaze of his innocent offspring with a dark
scowl, and then fell to moodily walking up and down the passage until he
fell over the pail. At that his mood changed, and, turning fiercely, he
kicked that useful article up and down the passage until he was tired.
"I've 'ad enough of it," he muttered. He stopped at the kitchen-door
and, putting his hand in his pocket, threw a handful of change on to the
floor and swung out of the house.
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