"Ess, I believe."
He never would commit himself to a definite statement.
"What time are you coming back to-morrow?"
"In the afternoon, I suppose."
"In the afternoon?" she repeated.
Trewhella looked at her quickly.
"Kiss me good-bye, my dear."
"No, I don't want to," said Jenny, freezing.
He looked harder at her and pulled his mustache; then he leaned down to prod a farewell into his son's ribs. Young Frank immediately began to yell. The father chuckled sardonically and strode off to the cart, calling loudly as he went for Old Man Veal. He paused, with his foot on the step, to impress something on the stealthy old man. Then he told Thomas to get down and Veal to take his place. There was a sound of wheels, and everybody sighed with relief.
The long drowsy June day buzzed on. They all lay about in the shade, wishing they could splash through the stream like the cattle.