“What sort of a place was that?”
“A fine big place, but they had not the money that the family used to have.”
“What were they like?” inquired Ian.
“Yes, tell us something about them,” said Matthew; “you have never told us much.”
“Oh, they were all right. Master Mowbray was excellent and so were the young mistresses, but Mistress Mowbray herself was a tartar.”
“Was that why you left?” asked little Wilfred.
“Well, no, not exactly,” said Andrew. “I had a bit of a quarrel with them. These things will happen, you know”; and he laughed. “In fact, now that I think over it, I believe they were in the right. They were decent people, but queer in some ways, and so I thought I had better shift over here.”
“What was the quarrel about?” asked Matthew.
“Oh, that is too long a story; but I thought they should supply me with enough corn for the winter and they were not willing. Maybe I wanted too much; anyhow I came away, but I am sorry sometimes too.”
“Why?” said Ian.