"That, of course, was very different."
Hetty smiled. "Yes," she said. "When one is a girl it usually is."
Ingleby, who was very drowsy, did not seem quite sure what to make of this, and gazed meditatively at the fire.
"That stone hearth wasn't there when I left," he said. "Who made it, Hetty?"
"Tomlinson. Tom went round to tell the boys about the bakery, and Tomlinson came over to show him how to build the oven."
"And he made this chair? Now I think of it we hadn't one before, and Tom certainly didn't make it. It's too comfortable."
"Yes," said Hetty.
"And he built the new shed?"
"He certainly did!"
Ingleby seemed by no means pleased. "It seems to me," he said severely, "that Tomlinson has been doing a good deal here. Now, you ought to know that when you want any improvements made you have only to ask Tom and me."