"Of course—I know—and in the postscript I wanted to know if they lived here."
"That's it."
I made an effort to let him leave it at that.
"All your eggs come from the farm, I suppose?" I hazarded.
"Yes; he won't let me keep chickens; they tear up the garden," said Bellwattle. "Bless their hearts—I think those little chickens—the tiny little yellow things—" The thought of them overwhelmed her.
Words failed, as they often did with her. She begged to be allowed to keep them next year; but Cruikshank shook his head.
"What was it you wanted to find out about the Miss Fennells?" he asked. His mind had clung tenaciously to its subject.
"Merely that I wanted to know if they lived here. I had heard them mentioned."
"They live at a house called Janemount," said Bellwattle. "I'll show it to you after breakfast."