“Eugannicks, Sir Geoffrey.”
The Squire threw back his head and laughed.
“Ha—ha! What a nose for a hunted fox!”
Prudence, thus compared to a hound, had wit enough to “speak” to a good scent.
“If it ought to be taught in the schools——”
The Squire was delighted. As a rule, the stupidity of some of his people exasperated him.
“You sly little puss! I say, Ben——”
“Sir Geoffrey?”
“Your little niece wants to know the meaning of eugenics.”
“Please, uncle.”