"Are your lambs all right?"
"We haven't lost one. Lily's a wonder with them. We've a nursery in our kitchen. Come and see it." He went out, and she heard him on the crisp snow.
"Now he'll mix the trail," she thought happily. "And I might have done it myself. I think I'm growing stupid. But it will be John and George when I get up in the morning: that's better than George and me."
John came back and spoke gravely. "I find those footsteps go right across the moor towards Halkett's Farm."
"Of course! George made them."
"Oh, you knew?"
"Yes. I couldn't imagine Jim had done it, could I?"
"What did he come for?"
"He sat by the fire and smoked."
"You'd better not encourage him."