“Well?” Hal’s tone was still gruff.
“You owe me a kiss, Hal,” she said without looking at him.
“Well?” the boy drew crosses and rings round the side of the slate.
Anny sighed.
“You were adding the reckonings, Hal, and I want to pay mine,” she said.
“I’m sorry I doubted thee, Anny, but the Spaniard is so fine,” said Hal, a moment or two later, all debts having been squared.
Anny laughed happily.
“’Tis not you but Big French who should be afeared of the Spaniard,” she said, looking over toward Sue, who was still staring through the open door. As though aware that she was being spoken of the girl turned round.
“Anny, lass,” she called. “Come, I would talk to thee.”
Anny rose.