“Ay.”
“So he gave me notes to take to Miss Leo.”
“And you was fool enough to take ’em?”
“Yes, gran’fa; but that’s how it began with me, and he soon told me he didn’t care for her, and that he only wrote to Leo so as to make her send me out with notes to him, so that we could court.”
“Oh! He’s a nice ’un,” growled Moredock. “He allus was. Well?”
“And now Tom’s fooling me and meets Leo, and they court, and I dare say they laugh at me,” cried Dally vindictively.
“I dessay; but you’ll make him marry you, Dally.”
“I will, gran’fa. Now listen: because Tom can’t come to the Rectory, and Leo can’t go to him because master watches her, they meet of a night.”
“Nay. Tchah!”
“They do, gran’fa.”