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copper coins. Vitoller and his wife sat at either end, counting. It was something of a race.
Granny considered Mrs Vitoller as she snatched farthings from under her husband's fingers. She was an intelligent-looking woman, who appeared to treat child,' he said. 'Always moving. Always a new town. And no room for schooling. They say that's very important these days.' But his eyes didn't look away.
Mrs Vitoller said, 'Why does he need a home?'
'He hasn't got one,' said Grannyfished in the deepest recesses of her cloak. At last she produced a small leather bag, which she tipped out on to the table. There was a lot of silver, and even a few tiny gold coins.
'This should take care of—' she groped – 'nappies and suchlike. Clothes and things. Whatever.'
'A hundred times over, I should think,' said Vitoller weakly. 'Why didn't you mention this before?'
'If I'd had to buy you, you wouldn't busy, but—' Magrat hesitated, and blushed.
'Out with it, girl.'
'Just after that a man came