"But this morning——"
"Oh, well, I didn't say it was always."
They had rounded the hill, and now a dog barked. Alexander called to it. "Come on, Jenny—come on."
"I must own I am always afraid of dogs."
"Jenny's all right, but Janet's got six of them altogether."
"Six!" He became uncomfortably aware of his legs.
"And she can break horses. She ought to have been a man."
A voice came from the trees ahead of them. "And do you think I ought to have been a hare because my ears are sharp? And a cat because I can see in the dark?"
"Oh, Janet, I might have known you'd hear. Here's Mr. Webb."
They trod softly on the fallen needles of the larches, and came to the door of the house where Janet stood, large and indistinct.