“Oh, they were both here last Sunday. No, Bob was here on Monday, too, and again last night.”
“What did he want?” said Miss Inquisitive.
“Oh, only to inquire how I was. Last night he brought me a few oranges that he had bought.”
“Indeed! Where did he get them, I wonder?”
“He fetched them from Kesterton on Monday night after his day’s work was over.”
“Oh, that’s it, is it? And so you have two good sons, who come and spend their Sundays, the only day in the week they have at liberty. One comes again on Monday, after toiling all the day, and the other poor, tired lad goes all the way to Kesterton to buy some oranges to refresh you, and yet you dare to tell me you are not wanted! God bless them both! How dare you?”
At that moment Piggy Morris came in from a distant market.
“Good-night, Miss Blyth,” said he. “It’s as good as a golden guinea to see your smiling face.”
“Is it?” said Lucy. “Then give me a golden guinea for our new chapel, and you shall look at it again.”
A sudden thought struck her. She saw he was in a good humour. Probably markets had been favourable and bargains good. It was a hazard, but she risked it.