"No, Miss," said Peter, "I weren't."
He spoke so emphatically that I may have raised my eyebrows; perhaps I shook my head. I shall be afraid of borrowing unconsciously some of the pony's gestures; these strong personalities always leave their impress.
"War," said Peter firmly, "is against my principles. I am a socialist."
"It's a fine way to keep from serving King and Country, being a socialist," said Madge unkindly. Madge is evidently not progressive.
"My fellow man," said Peter, striking the gate post with a heavy fist, "is more to me than King or 'Ouse of Lords."
"Or fellow woman, either," murmured Madge, thinking that I did not hear.
From these advanced radical theories Madge and I turn back, as women will, to the old and homely needs of human life. She fingers her apron.
"I'm sure, Miss, if the laundry could be put out——"
"Yes."
"And a charwoman for the rough scrubbing——"