Old lamps for new

by E. V. Lucas

Mrs. Wren. Well, dearest, I think I say the last.

Mr. Wren. Good. Spoken like a brave hen. Then let’s look about for a site at once.

IV

Mr. Swallow. I’ve looked at every house with decent eaves in the whole place until I’m ready to drop.

Mrs. Swallow. What do you think about it?

Mr. Swallow. Well, it’s a puzzle. There’s the Manor House: I began with that. There is good holding there, but the pond is a long way off, and carrying mud so far would be a fearful grind. None the less it’s a well-built house, and I feel sure we shouldn’t be disturbed.

Mrs. Swallow. What about the people?

Mr. Swallow. How funny you are about the people always! Never mind. All I can find out is that there’s the squire and his wife and a companion.

Mrs. Swallow. No children?

Mr. Swallow. None.