“Lord!” said Caleb, taking another look. “Oi did see his head, but by this owl-light Oi thought ’twas a cheese.”
Jinny’s laugh rippled out and Elijah Skindle started up and sneezed. He looked round dazedly for his cap.
“We’ve arrived?” he asked shamefacedly, clapping it on.
“Yes,” said Jinny, “but the pig’s all right. I fear you’ve had a wasted journey.” She jumped down.
“Wasted?” He sat up ardently. “Don’t say wasted.”
“A good nap is a comfort,” she agreed.
“I may have dozed off—your singing rocked me to sleep, I reckon. But all the while I’ve been trying to tell you——” His voice broke.
“I know,” she said softly. “I heard you.”
“Did I talk in my sleep?” he asked innocently.
“Through your nose.”