“Fellow-feeling, I suppose,” said Jinny.
“Now you’re saucy again. You must have told him it was me.”
“Right for once. Honest uncle was upset at your forgetting to tell him where to send your purchase. I was milking my goats and saw you hanging about.”
Again he flushed uneasily. “And how much do I owe you?” he asked hurriedly.
“Twopence for the viper, being only a short way. The Deacon says he prefers to pay the freightage on the ferrets, and to collect it from you himself.”
He put down the straw-entangled snake on top of one of the cages, and pulled out a coin. “Have you got change for sixpence?”
“Not unless I loose Nip.” She fumbled with one hand in her pocket.
He glowered. “Oh, next time will do,” he said angrily.
“Oh, then, there is to be a next time!”
“Not so far as I am concerned.”