Clover?" Gammon inquired.
"I'm sick of going there. It's always the same talk."
"Wait till _your_ 'usband runs away from you and stays away for five
years," said Mrs. Bubb with a renewal of anger, "and then see what
_you_ find to talk about."
Polly laughed and went away humming.
"If it wasn't that I feel afraid for her," continued Mrs. Bubb in a
lower voice, "I'd give that young woman notice to quit. Her cheek's
getting past everything. Did you see her gold watch and chain?"
"Yes, I did; where does it come from?"
"That's more than _I_ can tell you, Mr. Gammon. I don't want to
think ill of the girl, but there's jolly queer goin's-on. And she's
so brazen about it! I don't know what to think."
Gammon knitted his brows and gazed round the kitchen.
"I think Polly's straight," he observed at length. "I don't seem to
notice anything wrong with her except her cheek and temper. She'll
have to be taken down a peg one of these days, but I don't envy the
man that'll have the job. It won't be me, for certain," he added
with a laugh.
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