“I should just think so!” said June looking him still in the eyes.
“Of course I always get everything found.”
“What about your clothes?”
With an air of apology he had to own that clothes were not included; yet to offset this reluctant admission he laid stress on the fact that his master had taught him all that he knew.
June could not resist a frown. Nice as he was, she would not have minded shaking him a little. No Simon had a right to be quite so simple as this one.
A pause followed. And then the young man suddenly said: “Miss June would you care to see something I bought the other day at Crowdham Market?”
“I’d love to,” said the gracious Miss June. She had seen ‘the something’ already but just now she was by no means averse from having another look at it.
“Perhaps you wouldn’t mind coming up to the studio.” William laughed shyly. “I call it that, although of course it isn’t a studio really. And I only call it that to myself you know,” he added naïvely.
“Then why did you call it ‘the studio’ to me?” archly demanded Woman in the person of the niece of S. Gedge Antiques.
“I don’t know why, I’m sure. It was silly.”