“I once knew eyes like that,” said little Piers. “Please don’t say any more.”
“Why not, love? It was a beautiful place, and she was good to me, and took me down to the house. Oh, there was a mortal long avenue—two miles, if you’ll believe me, Piers.”
“Two miles!” said little Piers.
“What’s the matter, dear?”
“Nothing, but your story makes me sad. I once knew an avenue two miles long.”
“No! did you, love? That’s curious, very.”
“I did,” said little Piers. “You may go on talking if you like, grannie.”
“I’m glad you’re interested, my hearty, and I’m willing to go on. The young lady with the pretty brown eyes took me down to the house and I was took to the housekeeper’s room. Dear heart! the housekeeper was mortal stout. I don’t believe she’s long for this world.”
Little Piers got crimson.
“She is,” he cried, “she is.”