Isolda smiled, that secret smile of the mother. "Well, you needn't ask me that. Ed'n Wastralls next door to Hember?"
"So that's it, is it?"
"There was heaps o' maidens after 'im, for 'e's a pretty boy and, at Christmas Tree last New Year, 'e ad some mistletoe in's cap and they all astin' for't; but Gray was the one 'e gived it to. And that's 'ow 'e come to you as yard-man."
"And do she think anything 'bout 'im?"
"I believe she do, but she don't go round and tell everybody what she's doin'. She's so meek as a mouse."
"Then tedn't known?"
"You're the first I've told anything to about it."
Sabina nodded. "Then if Gray comes to me, it'll hurry matters up?"
"Well, I'm very 'greeable for 'er to 'av 'im, 'cos I think 'e's a nice boy."
"And Gentle Jane is a nice farm and you've four other maidens? Well, I dunno as I shall want to lose 'er as soon as I get 'er, still we can settle that by and by."