Her manner had been especially gracious.
"And I didn't have a chance to say good-bye—that time"—and she smiled—"when you rode off waving your scarf—"
"It was a leg of lamb," corrected Lorry.
"Well, you waved it very gracefully. What big, strong arms! They don't look so big when your sleeves are down."
Lorry promptly rolled down his sleeves. He felt that he had to do something.
"And there is so much to talk about I hardly know where to begin. Oh, yes! Thank you so much for repairing our car."
"That was nothin'."
"It meant a great deal to us. Is that your horse—the one standing alone over there?"
"Yes, ma'am. That's Gray Leg."
"I remember him. I couldn't ever forget that morning—but I don't want to hinder your work. I see you are mending something."