"A sweet morning, my lady," he cried. "And promise of a fair day's work."
The boy turned his face to the wall.
II
"Mr. Joy, sir!"
"Well, Piper."
"There's a man on a horse."
"Where?"
"Rithe away oop a-top o th' hill over Willingdon—on the old drove- road from Lewes."
The Parson sprang to his feet.
"Sharp work!" he said with a grin at Kit's back.