Sue drew her knees up to her chin and clasped them with her arms before she spoke again.
“Do you ever think of the Spaniard?” she said at last, and then added as Anny vouchsafed no answer: “Black’erchief Dick?”
Anny moved in her bed.
“Oh, him!” she said with a note of contempt in her pretty childlike voice. “Oh, nay!”
Sue sighed again, and when she spoke her tone had a certain tenderness in it.
“Why do you lie to me, Anny Farran?” she said.
Anny sighed softly.
“Oh! Mistress Sue,” she said, “what would you have me tell you? How many times he begged a kiss of me, or held my hand, or bore my onions with his fair white hands?”
Sue flushed.
“Sure he never carried onions for thee!” she said.