"Still I'd rather not."
"Do you really dislike me as much as you dislike the miller?"
"More."
"Or the rector?"
"Oh, far more. You are a Gay."
"Yes, I am a Gay," he might have retorted, "and you, my pretty savage, are very much a Gay, also."
Swinging the lantern in her hand, she moved to the door, as if she were anxious to put an end to a conversation which had become suddenly too intimate. On the threshold she looked back, and remarked in a precise, authoritative voice:
"There are blankets in the bottom drawer if you find you haven't covering enough."
"I shall remember—there are blankets in the bottom drawer."
"Patsey will bring hot water at eight and Uncle Abednego will give you breakfast in the dining-room."