“Pedr, did you see?” she asked.
“Did I see? Yes, I saw your cocyn hangin’ to the window.”
Nelw sat up straight.
“Do—do you understand, Pedr? Did you hear them mockin’ me?”
“Aye, an’ I know it’s your cocyn.” Pedr smiled, “Little lamb, did you think that would make any difference?”
“But, Pedr,” she said insistently, as if she must make him understand, “these curls are all I really—really have.” She drew one out straight.
“Aye, dearie, I’m thinkin’ that is enough.”
If he had been telling her a fairy story Nelw’s eyes could not have grown wider.
Pedr cocked his head critically to one side.