She was ready for some work in the garden apparently. She wore a kind of sunbonnet made by sewing a ruffle of old calico part way round a man’s old cap, to protect her neck from the sun. She saw Wully, and her face lightened with a greeting.
“Is it you, Wully!” she exclaimed. “And how’s Chirstie the day? We missed you yesterday. She had too much fever, I doubt——”
“She’s better. She’s at mother’s. Where’s everybody?”
“Your uncle’s at the McNairs’.”
Trying to hide that skunk, was she!
“I want to see Peter!”
“What Peter?” she asked with a start.
“Your Peter!”
“My Peter!”
“Yes!” She needn’t think she could work that!