Jean shook her beautiful head.
“We never had more,” she said, “to be thankful for. We never had half so much. Still, we might have been grateful.”
“We had more, really,” said Oliver, “but we didn’t appreciate it. Now that we’ve been through the mill——”
“I never had more,” said Jean.
There was a silence.
At length—
“What do you mean?” said Oliver.
“I mean I’ve got down to the ale.”
There was another silence.
“I’m afraid it’s been rather bitter, dear,” said Oliver.