He scanned his trays.
“What luck! I haven’t got a garden warbler. And it’s stopped raining. Come on and show me the nest.”
“Justin, you’re not going to take the eggs?”
“Well, what do you think? I tell you I’m going in for it again—seriously. Come on.”
She made no movement. He glanced up at her, surprised by her silence into an observant glance.
“What’s up, Laura?”
She turned a distressed face to him.
“If you start—Wilfred and James will think they can too. And it’s been so difficult to stop them.”
He laughed.
“If you think you can stop kids taking eggs——”