Milly was not sorry, and the two sat down in the little kitchen, which, though hot, was the coolest room in the house—the sun was on the other side. They looked out on a little garden to the meadows, in which the grass had begun to grow again. The sound of the running water seemed cool and inviting.
"That looks nice out there, don't it?" Geo said, when he had swallowed his third cup of tea and made havoc of the bread and meat. "I s'pose you can get your can filled nowadays after the rain without any help?"
Milly laughed.
"Oh yes, there's water enough now; I can reach it easily."
Geo actually looked disappointed.
"I meant I'd ha' liked to ha' got it for you," he said simply.
"There goes the quarter-to," said Milly for an answer; "you've not got too much time."
"Time enough to have a look round, if you'll come," he said, getting up and looking down on her shyly from his superior height.
Milly made no objection, but took up her hat, which she had left in the inner room, and the two strolled out into the meadows.
Geo pointed to the chimneys of Milly's home, which could be seen across the stream, perhaps a quarter of a mile away.