“Why—may any one go there?” asked Laura casually as they walked towards the beeches. But her indifference was the quivering indifference of a well-trained dog on trust before a lump of sugar.
“Lord, yes! Mother went once.”
“Your mother? Your mother too? Did she?”
“Yes. She went once. Brock’s Benefit. Fine time she ’ad too. Come along, Miss Laura.” She took her by her unwilling hand. “You can look at it after. It won’t run away.”
“Was it——What was it like, Nurse?”
“Well—it’s all glass, you know.”
“Yes, I know,” said Laura. “Like pure gold——Many gates?”
“Oh, I dunno——”
“Twelve, should you think?”
“I dessay. It’s a big place. What, Miss Laura?”