Then Mrs. Oliver came down, with many sighs, expressed surprise at seeing me and fear that I might have overheard what had been said in the room above.

“Sorry to say I’ve been having a few words with Ted, ma’am, and tell you the truth it was about you.”

Ted had always been against her nursing, and she must admit it wasn’t wise of a woman to let her man go to the public-house to get out of the way of a crying child; but though she was a-running herself off her feet to attend to the pore dear, and milk was up a penny, she had growd that fond of my baby since she lost her own that she couldn’t abear to part with the jewel, and perhaps if I could pay a little more—­Ted said seven, but she said six, and a shilling a week wouldn’t hurt me—­she could over-persuade him to let the dear precious stay.

I was trembling with indignation while I listened to the woman’s whining (knowing well I was being imposed upon), but I was helpless and so I agreed.

My complacency had a bad effect on the Olivers, who continued to make fresh extortions, until their demands almost drove me to despair.

I thought a climax had been reached when one night a neighbour came to the door and, calling Mrs. Oliver into the lobby, communicated some news in a whisper which brought her back with a frightened face for her cloak and hat, saying “something was a matter with Ted” and she must “run away quick to him.”

When she returned an hour or two later she was crying, and with sobs between her words she told me that Ted (having taken a drop too much) had “knocked somebody about” at the “Sun.”  As a consequence he had fallen into the hands of the police, and would be brought before the magistrate the following morning, when, being unable to pay the fine, he would have to “do time”—­just as a strike was a-coming on, too, and he was expecting good pay from the Strike Committee.

“And what is to happen to me and the baby while my ’usband is in prison?” she said.

I knew it was an act of weakness, but, thinking of my child and the danger of its being homeless, I asked what the amount of the fine would probably be, and being told ten-and-six, I gave the money, though it was nearly all I had in the world.

I paid for my weakness, though, and have reason to remember it.

The extortions of the Olivers had brought me to so narrow a margin between my earnings and expenses that I lay awake nearly all that night thinking what I could do to increase the one or reduce the other.  The only thing I found possible was to change to cheaper quarters.  So next morning, with a rather heavy heart, I asked Mrs. Abramovitch if the room at the back of the house was still empty, and hearing that it was I moved into it the same day.

That was a small and not a very wise economy.

My new room was cheerless as well as dark, with no sights but the clothes that were drying from the pulley-lines and no sounds but the whoops of the boys of the neighbourhood playing at “Red Indians” on the top of the yard walls.