“Oh, that’s all right, sir. It was six o’ one and half-a-dozen o’ the other. I thought it was you, and you thought it was me, and—”
“Come, Tom,” said Uncle Richard; and the boy hurried forward, and did not hear the end of David’s speech.
“Mind we put a secure fastening on those lower windows to-morrow morning,” said Uncle Richard thoughtfully. “We ought to be able to live down in a place like this without nocturnal visitors; but there, one never knows.”
They walked on pretty sharply till the cottages were reached; and as soon as the visitors came up to the gate the curious-looking old woman appeared at the open door, shading her eyes with her hand, and peering at them as they walked down the path.
“It’s of no use to come here,” she cried loudly. “Don’t want any. No money to buy anything. Go to the rich gentlefolk and sech.”
“You old impostor!” said Uncle Richard softly. “You can see who we are plainly enough.”
“D’yer hear? Don’t want any to-day.”
“Now, Mrs Warboys, I want to see your grandson.”
“Hey?”
“I say I want to see your grandson.”