“I suppose,” he said to his father, “you had a good figure once.”
“Eh!” exclaimed the miner, glancing round, startled and timid, like a child.
“He had,” exclaimed Mrs. Morel, “if he didn’t hurtle himself up as if he was trying to get in the smallest space he could.”
“Me!” exclaimed Morel — ”me a good figure! I wor niver much more n’r a skeleton.”
