Staring open-mouthed at the notice.
At the sight of her, Caleb's face fell a full inch; but he led his master down and planted him resolutely in front of the board. Mr. Fogo stared helplessly from it to the Twins.
"Mornin', sir," said Peter, after a long pause. His face wore a deepened colour, and he smiled awkwardly.
"Good-morning," replied Mr. Fogo.
"A fine mornin'," repeated Peter, with a long gaze at the board, "an' no mistake."
There was another long interval, during which everybody stared hard at the Notice.
"'Tes a powerful fine mornin'," Peter re-asserted very slowly, "ef so be as your station in life es in noways connected with turmuts. Ef 'tes the less us says about the mornin' the better." With this observation Peter looked hard at Mr. Fogo, as if the ball of conversation now lay in that gentleman's hands.
"What do 'ee think o' this 'ere Notice?" broke in Caleb.
Paul twitched his yellow bandanna and smiled evasively.
"'Tes very pretty writin', sir, sure-ly," he replied, addressing Mr. Fogo. "Nice thick down-strokes, an' all as it shou'd be."