“Not that I seen, Miss. But sure none of them would take a sponge with them into the sea. They get plenty of it without that.”
“I just thought she hadn’t.”
“If I was to be put on my oath,” said Jimmy slowly, “and was to be asked what I thought of her——”
“That’s just what I am asking you.”
“I’d say she was a high up lady; may be one of them ones that does be waiting on the Queen, or the wife of the Lord Lieutenant or such.”
“What makes you say that?”
“The skin of her.”
Jimmy’s eyes which had been fixed on the remote horizon focussed themselves slowly for nearer objects. His glance settled finally on Priscilla’s bare feet.
“Ah!” she said, “when she took off her shoes and stockings?”
“Saving your presence, Miss, the legs of her doesn’t look as if she was accustomed to going about that way.”