“And thin will ye come down and get it, miss?”
“Go at once, Matthew! Henchmen do as they’re told without question.”
“Yes, miss”; and half dazed, the old man shuffled away, followed by a ringing peal of Ladybird’s laughter.
He soon shuffled back again, bringing a fair-sized basket well filled with good things.
“‘Come down, little lady’”
“Hello, henchman!” called Ladybird, “you’re mighty spry. What did you tell my aunt?”
“Nothing, miss,” said Matthew; “sure, ye gave me no message.”
“Good Matthew,” said Ladybird, approvingly. “It seems to me we shall be great friends, you and I. And now for my supper.”
“But I can’t climb up with it to ye,” said Matthew.