"Can Miss Woodburn come in and rest for a moment?" asked Silver.
"Come in and rest!" cried the woman. "Hark to him! Think I'd turn a dog away like that—let alone Miss Joyce."
"Such a fuss!" protested the girl.
The woman called to a yokel to come and take the horses.
Languidly the girl walked down the paved path between rank currant bushes, and entered the house.
"Here in the parlour, Miss!" said the woman, kind and bustling.
"I'd rather the kitchen, please," said Boy. "Cosier there."
"Very well, my dear. There's a fire there. And I'll get you a cup o' tea."
When Silver entered the house a little later he saw the girl comfortably established by the fire.
He peeped in and withdrew quietly.