His eyes were wistful and smiling as they dwelt upon her figure that drooped a little.
"Hadn't a bean on," he said.
She did not seem surprised.
Her hand was on the wet neck of the horse, her eyes on her hand.
Then she raised them to his, and they were shining with rainbow beauty.
"I know you hadn't," she said.
Her hand touched his.
Close by them a black mass was seething round something upon the ground.
"That's Joses," she said. "Stop the worry, will you?—and send Monkey Brand to take the horse."