This was scarcely as bad as she expected, yet quite bad enough. She flushed hotly. "Uncle has not said anything to you, has he?" she asked.
"Never once. Kate, Uncle Morris is a brick!" There was a wealth of genuine gratitude flung into the boyish word that redeemed it from all trace of vulgarity.
"If Father were alive, what would he say?" questioned Kate. "I think he would be horrified at the very thought.
"Well, I don't know," mused Archie, thrusting his hands into his pockets. "After all, the horrible thing is eating the shop - I mean the bread that's made in it. And since I do that already, and can't help myself, I think it would not make things any worse to earn it before I eat it."