"But you must belong to somebody?" he urged.
"He do . . . And that's what I got to find out. But it'll be all right when we get to 'Olmness."
"Holmness?" queried Mr. Jessup. "Where's Holmness?"
"It's an Island, in the Bristol Channel, w'ich is in the Free Library.
We're goin' that way, ain't we?"
"That's our direction, certainly; though we're a goodish way off."
"No 'urry," said Tilda graciously. "We'll get there in time."
Mr. Jessup smiled.
"Thank you. I am delighted to help, of course. You'll find friends there—at Holmness?"
She nodded.
"Though, as far as that goes," she allowed yet more graciously, "I'm not conplainin'. We've made friends all the way yet—an' you're the latest."