“Will it?” said Dally, with a toss of the head. “We shall see about that. You’ll give me some money, won’t you, gran’fa?”
“Nay. You’ve never made them new shirts yet.”
“I’ve been so busy, gran’fa dear,” cried the girl. “Why, I’ve been up to the Hall six times since I saw you last.”
“Up to Hall? Not alone?”
“Yes, and alone. Why not?” said Dally saucily. “Besides, Miss Leo sent me.”
“More than once?”
“Yes, gran’fa; often.”
“Ay, that’s it. I told you so. She’s a leddy, and she’ll win that game.”
“Will she?” said Dally drily; “when she can’t go up to see somebody, and sends me?”
The old man drew the corners of his mouth a long way apart in a hideous grin, and then burst into a series of chuckles.