"Why, Connie," he said, the minute he saw her, "wot a silly chap I wor yesterday! It's all as plain now as plain can be—I know everything now."
"Wottever do you mean?" said Connie. "But don't talk too much, Giles, till I ha' got yer yer breakfast."
"Bless yer!" said Giles, with a weak laugh, "I ha' had my breakfast an hour and a half ago—yer father guv it to me. He be a wery kind man."
"My father guv you your breakfast?" said Connie.
She felt that wonders would never cease. Never before had Harris been known to think of any one but himself.
"Set down by me, Connie; you can't do naught for your breakfast until the kettle boils. I'll tell yer now w'ere Sue is."
"Where?" asked Connie. "Oh Giles! have yer heard of her?"
"Course I 'ave—I mean, it's all as clear as clear can be. It's only that Sue 'ave more money than she told me 'bout, and that she's a-tryin' to give me my 'eart's desire."
"Your 'eart's desire, Giles?"
"Yus—her an' me 'ave always 'ad our dream; and dear Sue—she's a-makin' it come to pass, that's all. It's as plain as plain can be. She's a-gone to the country."