And as she spoke the words she remembered the request that had been made to her by her one-time sweetheart as she came in!
Well, she had fulfilled it!
And without another word she sped down the walk, and was out on the downs before Dan Moss and her husband had reached the gate.
“What, ye be never off in such a darned ’urry!” cried the former as she came up to them. “I won’t stand that! Ye’ve got to come back and both on ye ’ave a drink for old times’ sake.”
“Thank you kindly,” said she. “We don’t often drink nothin’ but a glass o’ beer o’ dinner-time don’t Bill and me.”
“Well, ye’ll ’ave to this time,” insisted the man hospitably. “This pore man o’ yourn’s just pumped out.”
“Oh, ’e be right enough, bain’t ye, Bill?” said she.
“Yes, I be right enough,” agreed the man addressed, and wouldn’t have dared to admit the contrary.
“A warm posset’s the best thing for ’im when ’e gets to bed. So we’ll just get along and see to it.”
She buttoned his coat tight about his throat as she spoke, and gave him a friendly thump on the back.