“No, I shan’t,” said a harsh voice, which we knew at once as Magglin’s. “I bought it o’ porpos for you, and you’ve got to wear it.”
“Then I shan’t, and if you come talking to me again like that, I shall tell father.”
“No, you won’t.”
“Indeed and I shall, and the sooner you go the better. He isn’t far off.”
“Yes, he is,” said Magglin, “and won’t be back for hours.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I watched him.”
“Yes, that’s what you poaching chaps always do, watch the keeper till he’s out of the way,” said Polly sharply.
“Don’t call me a poacher, Polly.”