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`` I shall report you to your employers . '' `` Please do n't do that , mum ; think o ' me ` ungry wives an ' child . '' There was no further endeavour to enquire into the destination of Mrs. Rogers 's possessions . By four o'clock the last load had left -- a miscellaneous mass of oddments that puzzled Bindle how he was ever going to sort them out . It was past seven before Bindle and his men had finished their work . The miscellaneous things , obviously the accumulation of many years , had presented problems ; but Bindle had overcome them by putting in the coal-cellar everything that he could not crowd in a lumber room at the top of the house , or distribute through the rest of the rooms . `` Seemed to have moved in an ` urry , '' coughed Wilkes ; `` I never see sich a lot of truck in all me life . ''