"I do trust you be going to ask us to the wedding, Miss," ventured Benny, who could not take his eyes off Margery's face.
"I'd like for you to come," she answered. "I hope there will be a brave rally of neighbours I'm sure."
"You'll be married from the post-office, of course," assumed Benny's father. "Trust Mr. and Mrs. Huxam to do it in good order. But be she willing to go to Church, or can the Chosen Few hold lawful marriage?"
"It's going to be in Church, because Mr. Bullstone's Church of England," explained Margery.
"And when do it happen, Miss?" asked Benny.
"Next November."
Jacob gave each man a fill from his pouch and the talk ran for a time on dogs; then he rose to depart.
"Well, may your love adventures all turn out well and fine," said Mr. Veale, "and the Lord remember you and be good to the pair of you."
Benny shyly took a sprig of white heath from a jam jar, where it stood in water.
"Found it yesterday. Please accept of it, Miss."