CHARLIE: Ow come they give you the sack,
mate?
In hercircumstances it was not to be expected that
anyone would take therisk of employing her.
A sticky greyish stream dribbles from the other.
Our food is damp crusts and slimy meat-scrapshanded out in packets from hotel
doorways. Thatsettled it; there was nothing left to do except to walk out into
thestreet. It was for that reason that you paid ten shillings aweek for a kennel not
worth five.
The sky is now quiteclear, with gritty little stars
twinkling like electric lampsenormously remote.
And when we gets round thecorner and opens them,
there wasnt no perishing fags inside! Forty on us went through ell for getting off
with the ole womendown on the allotments. See you all at Wilkinss tomorrow
morning.
A voice yells like atrumpet from the eastern end of
the Square: Boys!
Our food is damp crusts and slimy meat-scrapshanded
out in packets from hotel doorways.
A nice cup of tea do seem to warm youup, dont it,
now?
MRS BENDIGO: Easy with that bloody sugar! Women
sniffedwhen you passed them, men took an offensive interest in you. They get up, and
collapse again the moment he is gone.
The men, except Daddy, Deafie, and MrTallboys, roll
cigarettes from picked-up fag-ends. There was no letter for Ellen Millborough. Onthe
iron footbridge she halted for a moment. Every belly is now contorted with
hunger.
Those who can command even a halfpennymake for
Wilkinss cafe not far from the Charing Cross Road.
Its so absurd that one wouldnt believe it ifone
didnt know it was true.
FLORRY: Got any more tea there, Ginger dear? Four
pounda week in Covent Garden and is wife doing a starry in the
bloodySquare!
Soin we goes, an dere was an old sow lay on her
side snorin like atraction engine.
Deygives you a roof over your head of a night, t
any rate.
The Wolf Cubswill deliver the Grand Howl. Ill mash
im to bloody shinof beef, I will.
CHARLIE: Aint it going to be a proper perisher,
too?
MRS MCELLIGOT: Dont you get talkin about crumpets,
Missis. You dont stand no chance with that lotagainst you.
In the morning sheread the Barbers Record, and in
the afternoon Cage Birds.