They ate one or two apples and then filled their pockets. From one of hers, the girl drew a pipe and pouch of tobacco.
"Would you not like to smoke?" she asked. "I have been told that a pipe is a great comfort in times of stress!"
And Stewart, calling down blessings upon her head, filled up. Never had tobacco tasted so good, never had that old pipe seemed so sweet, as when he blew out the first puff upon the morning air.
"Salvation Yeo was right," he said. "As a hungry man's food, a sad man's cordial, a chilly man's fire, there's nothing like it under the canopy of heaven! I only wish you could enjoy it too!"
"I can enjoy your enjoyment!" she laughed as they set happily off together.
At the corner of the wood, Stewart turned for a last look at the house.
"How glad I am I didn't break in!" he said.