“You couldn’t come in.”
“You don’t come in to the roof.”
“That might have been a way of coming in,” she laughed, “it was so leaky. Anyhow you might have done Uncle Lilliwhyte’s—it is his money that has saved us all.”
“In a roundabout way,” he admitted.
She snuggled to him. Happiness, which had hitherto seemed like the soaped pig at village sports, was seizable at last. “Won’t it be wonderful when we’re in the hut!” she said.
He opened his eyes. “You don’t propose to live in Uncle Lilliwhyte’s hut with the three top-hats!”
“Of course not,” she said, blushing. “It’s in Australia. There’s just poles stuck in the ground.”
“Why, when have you been in Australia?”
“Never you mind! You see, I’ve already saved up a little towards my passage and——”
But her words died on his lips. “I don’t know that we need pull up our stakes,” he said when he released her. “Farmer Gale’s looking for a looker.”