Harry snorted. "A worse housewife."

He looked around. "James!" A scrawny little boy with greasy dark hair ran over, carrying a basket, and Harry took it from him. "Off... gather more." And the child ran away again.

Harry put the coal he had gathered in the basket, set the basket down, and turned back to the girl. "Well lass. If ye wanna help me, ye'r most welcome. T' coal can go in this basket." He picked up another piece and tossed it in the basket.