Nancy’s face betrayed her surprise.
“And did he say anything about market?”
“He told me you were coming at ten. I meant to be on hand; but he delayed me, and, when I finally started, I missed my way and came out over by the custom house. I must have taken a wrong turning.”
“Perhaps. But where is Mr. Brock?”
“I think he went to his office.”
There was a little pause.
“Jolly crowd, this,” Barth commented at length. “Where is the Lady?”
“Over there.” Nancy pointed to the Lady, still bending over the crate of piglets.
“Oh. And those are the pigs? Oughtn’t we to go across and help her?”
Nancy laughed.