"I ain't particular. Any sort of odd job 'ud do. I've got to live."
"Wait for me in the field. I can probably help you, if you do not mind going to a distance."
Morris signified his readiness, and disappeared one way, Mr. Stirling and Mrs. Morris going another way. The farmer dropped heavily into his chair.
"Who'd have thought it? Whoever would have thought it?" he groaned.
"But oh, I'm glad that man isn't—father!" whispered Winnie.
[CHAPTER XXVII]
The Eavesdropper
"THERE she is again!" uttered Pressford in dismay, as a familiar figure sailed up the garden. "For pity's sake, keep her off."
Mrs. Pressford being out, Amy had to throw herself into the breach. She was rather in awe of Mrs. Brutt.
"I've brought a few flowers for your poor invalids. Just to cheer them up, you know. So dull to be kept indoors this lovely weather! I have been thinking—could you not make a little more use of me, now they are better? If you would allow me to sit with your husband for an hour, while you get out with Mrs. Pressford, I should be delighted."