"Do you see that scar?" he heard Tilly saying.
"I do, sor."
"Well, a man shot me there."
"An' what for?" the tinker inquired.
"I was telling him a story. It cured me. Do you carry a gun?"
"I do not, sor."
"Wal, then, I'll tell you about the man I work for."
Tunk, who had been outside the door in his best clothes, but who, since he put them on, had looked as if he doubted the integrity of his suspenders and would not come in the house, began to laugh loudly.
"That man Tunk can see the comedy in all but himself," was Trove's thought, as he returned with a smile of amusement.
Soon Trove and Polly came out and stood a while by the lilac bush, at the gate.