"Oh, thanks! Had you a Spanish ancestor?"
"English on each side," he declared stoutly.
"You look it," she assented, with one quick look at his fair face and a swift noting of his sturdiness.
"The Saxons are truth-tellers," he urged.
But the professor had paused at the pig-pen near the orchard's edge. "Fine hogs!" he called back to his host, "Cheshire?"
Edward joined him reluctantly. "That one is," he said, pointing to the pinkish-white sides of a lazy, fat wallower.
"He'll weigh two hundred."
"I expect he will."
"Seems a pity to kill him."