“Well, Jem!” she exclaimed.
The man drew near and looked them over.
He was a raw-boned, big young man, with a countrified, good-natured face.
“You haven’t come here alone?” he said.
“Yes,” said Robin. “We couldn’t have come, if we hadn’t come alone. We’re not afraid, thank you. We’re getting along very well.”
“Well, Jem!” said the woman again.
She seemed quite stirred. There was something in her ordinary, good-natured face that was quite like a sort of rough emotion.
“Have you plenty of money?” she asked.
“No,” said Robin, “not plenty, but we have a little.”
She put her basket down and opened it. She took out some pieces of brown fried chicken; then she took out some big slices of cake, with raisins in it. She even added some biscuits and slices of ham. Then she put them in a coarse, clean napkin.