"Thank ye," said Jane, and went out to the car.
On Sunday afternoon they generally weeded Patsy's garden or played with the rabbits, but this day Jane went up to the nursery the minute dinner was over. Fly, who was sent up by Mick to tell her to come out, found the door locked.
"Who's there?" said Jane.
"It's me; Mick wants ye," said Fly.
"I can't come."
"What're ye doin'?"
"Mind yer own business," was the reply.
"Let me in; I want a hanky," said Fly.
There was no answer, but as Fly went on trying to turn the handle and banging at the door it suddenly opened, and Jane faced her.
"Can't ye go away ar that an' quit botherin' me?" she said.