“We mid,” she agreed.
“Sunday, maybe?” suggested Adam, with a sudden note of exultation in his voice. “If you could get off for a good long bit, Alice, we mid step up to Oakleigh Woods. I haven’t been there yet, but they do tell I they’re splendid.”
“They’re nice enough,” said Alice, somewhat dubiously. “We’ll have to see what mother says,” she added.
“Do ye ax her then,” suggested Adam.
Alice moved away from him, and glanced back over her shoulder.
“Maybe I will,” said she.
Mrs. Cluett, on being consulted, was at first doubtful and inclined to be irate.
“This do seem like coortin’,” she remarked severely.
Alice twisted the corner of her apron without replying. It certainly did look rather like courting.
“Be you and that chap thinking o’ bein’ sweethearts?” resumed Mrs. Cluett.