"But—but—you said that the kid was the gravedigger's youngest," she broke out.
"So I did," Joey agreed calmly.
"And he isn't?"
"Did you suppose all the having on was going to be upon one side?" Joey inquired succinctly. "Besides I thought you'd all like it better that way."
"Then isn't the big one the butcher's boy?"
"No, he's my brother Gavin."
Noreen became rather red. "I say, did you happen to hear what we said—in the train?" she stammered.
"About the village school, and letting down Redlands by my coming?" Joey answered. "Yes, I did. I couldn't help it, you did talk so fearfully loud," she added.
"We didn't mean you to hear," Noreen said miserably.