Paul kept accounts. He and his mother ran the show. The total expenses — lodging, food, everything — was sixteen shillings a week per person. He and Leonard went bathing in the mornings. Morel was wandering abroad quite early.
“You, Paul,” his mother called from the bedroom, “eat a piece of bread-and-butter.”
“All right,” he answered.
And when he got back he saw his mother presiding in state at the breakfast-table. The woman of the house was young. Her husband was blind, and she did laundry work. So Mrs. Morel always washed the pots in the kitchen and made the beds.