Peggy eyed him contemplatively.
“When you are digging graves, Mr Robert, do you never see a ghost?” she asked.
“No,” he said. “Nothin’ more’n a few ole bones.”
“Ugh?” the girl exclaimed.
“There’s naught to mind in bones,” Robert returned. “They couldn’t put theirselves together again, anyway, because parts of ’em would be missin’. But the first lot I ’eaved up turned my stummick, sure. A man gets used to it.”
Peggy had a feeling that she had had enough of Robert’s society for one day, and, having come to a stile where an inviting lane branched off from the fields, she inquired of him where it led.
“It takes ’ee past the back o’ Mr Musgrave’s house,” he answered.
“Oh,” said Peggy, “then I think I am going that way. Thank you very much for seeing me past the danger.”
She parted from Robert joyfully, and set off with Diogenes down the muddy roadway between its tall green banks.
“We are going to see the back of the fossil’s dwelling; now for adventure number two, Diogenes,” she said.