"Look." He pointed over to the shed; she looked over his shoulder to see Reggie Hornby grinning at her from the seat of a wagon.
"Why, it's Reggie Hornby. Reggie!" she called.
Reggie took off his broad hat with a flourish.
"Tell him he can put the horse in the lean-to."
"All right. Reg," called Marsh, "give the old lady a feed and put her in the lean-to."
"Right-o!"
"Didn't you meet Frank? He's only just this moment gone out."
"No."
"He'll be back presently. Now, come in. Oh, my dear, it is splendid to see you!"
"You're looking fine, Nora."