"It's very nice to have a gentleman to help one," she said quietly.
The boy coloured slightly. After all, he was his father's son, and knew the attitude of a young savage was unworthy of him, and the role not really satisfactory to himself, although he was not aware that one of the commands of God given in His Word is "Be courteous."
It was quite good fun hunting for wood and arranging a gipsy fire to boil the kettle.
Finding it was too early for tea, Ellice clamoured for the promised story.
"A fairy one," she demanded.
"Not to-day, dear," was the answer.
"Why?" asked the child vexedly.
"Because it's Sunday, and we might think of something more useful."
"Oh, bother! we don't want a Sunday one. Miss Warner tried to make us read a Bible chapter when she was here. We wouldn't, so she read one out loud, and then asked us questions. We didn't answer, did we, Bob?"
"No," replied Bob shortly, but he didn't look at Miss Woodford as he made the admission.