Miss Peasey jumped and said that there, she'd never thought of that.
"Well, think about it now, Miss Peasey."
Miss Peasey thought hard, but unfruitfully.
"Could you borrow a bed in the town?" Guy shouted.
"Well, wouldn't it seem rather funny? Why don't you send in to Oxford and buy a bed, Mr. Hazlewood?"
Her pathetic trust in the strength of his financial resources, which Guy usually tried to encourage, was now rather irritating.
"It seems hardly worth while to buy a bed for two or three days," he objected.
"Which reminds me," said Miss Peasey, "that you'll really have to give that Bob another good thrashing, for he's eaten all the day's butter."
"Well, we can buy more butter in Wychford, but we can't get a bed," Guy laughed.
"Oh, he didn't touch the bread," said Miss Peasey. "Trust him for that. I never knew a large dog so dainty before."