Mrs. Lovett figured that, because the day was warm, things would dry quicker.
She brought three pails of water, several rags (for scrubbing), and one scraggly mop upstairs with her on her second trip upstairs.
Sweeney Todd had moved everything out onto the balcony—there hadn't been that much to move, but the balcony was small and so it was quite cramped.
When she entered the shop he was seated in the barber chair.
"Mr. T, are you going to help me clean?" She asked incredulously.
He gave her a sour look. "Of course not," he said. Then a smirk crept over his face. "Why are you talking?"
Mrs. Lovett sighed heavily. "I'll be done talking in just a second." She cocked her head to one side. "But I talk to myself, so maybe you should go somewhere…?"
He left without a word.
She was so used to his abuse that his remarks and reactions didn't bother her at all.
Mrs. Lovett sang to herself as she cleaned. It was messy work; dirt and dust caked the front of her dress after only an hour of cleaning. She had to go and get fresh water twice.
But she was happy to be doing something for him. And she was used to hard work.
When she got down on her hands and knees to scrub to floor, she could swear she saw something that glittered in the corner.
She crawled over to the source of the glitter.
It was a necklace, or it looked like a necklace. It was made of something silvery, but it was so tarnished that what it really was a mystery.
Mrs. Lovett looked at it lovingly. She loved jewelry, but didn't have any of her own—there had never been any money for it.
She pocketed the necklace and went back to scrubbing.