“Roadside.”
“But the show’s got to——”
“Earn its keep.”
“Earn its keep. I’m going to sleep. Them as wants to walk on can walk on.”
Mr. Copas rose and went into the caravan and his wife followed him. The wagon had not yet caught them up.
“Shall we walk on?” said Matilda.
“If it’s a straight road.”
“Oh! There’ll be signposts. We’ll maybe find a wood.”
So they walked on. She was wearing a blue print frock with the sleeves rolled up to her elbow. She had very pretty arms.
“I sha’n’t stop ’ere long,” she said.