They were still talking when a pair approached from Falcon Farm. Mr. Palk was a steadfast churchgoer and to-day he had brought Susan Stockman.
"Wonders never cease!" cried Melinda. "How did you get off to worship, Soosie?"
Susan was excited at her rare adventure.
"Father's away. He's gone down to a friend at Kingsbridge for a day or two's shooting. Decided yesterday and went off in the afternoon, and Mr. Palk and Mr. Maynard was quite content to let dinner look after itself and be a thought late."
"Why not? 'Tis less than human of Joe to keep you moiling Sunday morning. I've told him so for that matter."
"But he always comes himself," said Susan, "and he likes his dinner uncommon well Sunday."
Melinda shook her head.
"'Tis no good being religious if we won't let other people be," she answered. "Your soul did ought to be more to your father than a hot Sunday dinner."
The gaunt woman smiled.
"Well, here I be to-day anyway; and the walk, which Mr. Palk kindly allowed me to take along with him, have rested me wonderful."