“No, gran’fa, of course not,” cried the girl. “I was obliged to do it. Then I waited till I could just see Leo Salis come in along the church, and she passed under me and went into the vestry.”
“Sure?”
“Sure? Of course I am; and then I stole down the screw stairs and waited by the door till I heard him come in from the churchyard.”
“And me about there in the morslem all the time!” muttered Moredock. “Well,” he added aloud, “was it young Squire Tom?”
“Yes, gran’fa; it was him, safe enough, and it was Leo Salis, and she scolded him for being so late, and they stopped together for ever so long; him smoking.”
“Smoking?”
“Yes; I heard him strike a match, and I could smell it—a wretch!”
“And I thought it was the parson,” said Moredock, chuckling.
“They stayed there two hours, gran’fa; and they go regular, and I had to wait till they’d gone before I could go back.”
“And weren’t you afraid, Dally?” said the old man with a grin.