“Yes, Bill,” ses ’is wife.

They lay quiet for some time, although Mrs. Burtenshaw still kept trembling and shaking; and then Bill ses.  “Next time a man tells you he ’as seen a ghost, p’r’aps you’ll believe in ’im.”

Mrs. Burtenshaw took out the end of the sheet wot she ’ad stuffed in ’er mouth when ’e began to speak.

“Yes, Bill,” she ses.

Bill Burtenshaw gave ’er the fifteen shillings next morning and every Friday night arterwards; and that’s ’ow it is that, while other wimmen ’as to be satisfied looking at new hats and clothes in the shop-winders, Mrs. Burtenshaw is able to wear ’em.