"Not a notion."
"I thought not. Well, I have. He's been an' gone an' given it away to
Mrs Bosenna, up at Rilla."
Mrs Bowldler turned pale and gripped the edge of the table.
"I'll bet you any money," Fancy nodded slowly.
"Ho! catch me ere I faint!" panted Mrs Bowldler.
"Why, what's the matter? She's a married woman, or has been."
"If only you'd heard—"
"Yes, it's a pity," agreed Fancy, and turned about. "Pam!"
"Yes, Miss," answered Palmerston.
"Call me 'Fancy.'"