"Not a bit, Hannah; she looks exactly like herself, and therefore not in the least like any other person. Don't you worry. Miss Morton requires no explanation. All we must do is to see that she doesn't overwork herself."
"Then ye'll no speak to her, Miss Jan?"
"Not I, Hannah. Why should I dictate to her as to what she wears? She doesn't dictate to me."
This was not strictly true, for Meg was most interfering in the matter of Jan's clothes. Hannah shook her head. "I thocht it my duty to speak, Miss Jan, and I'll say no more. But it's sheer defiance o' her Maker to crop her heid and to clothe herself in whim-whams, when she could be dressed like a lady; and I'm real vexed she should make such an object of herself when she might just be quite unnoticeable, sae wee and shelpit as she is."
"I'm afraid," said Jan, "that Miss Morton will never be quite unnoticeable, whatever she may wear. But don't let us talk about it any more. You understand, don't you, Hannah?"
When Jan's voice took that tone Hannah knew that further argument was unavailing.
Jan turned to go, and saw Tony waiting for her in the open doorway. Neither of them had either heard or seen him come.
Quite silently he took her hand and did not speak till they were well away from the house. Meg and little Fay were nowhere in sight. Jan wondered how much he had heard.
"She's a very proud cook, isn't she?" he said presently.
"She's a very old servant," Jan explained, "who has known me all my life."