“I’ll risk it.”
She had glanced round, not seeing Nick, who had wandered out of his father’s garden, and was now behind the tree grinning broadly. John kissed the lips so near to his.
“Short o’ these rations, I am,” he declared with fervour. “Snug, I call it.”
Agatha, half-closing her eyes, murmured:
“I feel as if I was floating in heaven.”
“Blighty!” ejaculated the lover.
At this happy moment, Nick, crawling close up to Agatha, gripped her leg above the ankle, growling like a dog. Agatha screamed and jumped up.
“You blithering idiot!” said John. “Hop it—hop it!”
“Yes, I be village idiot, I be.”
“Not half the fool you look. Shift, I tell you.”