The milkman looked so cheerful that Elsie felt irritated.
“You’re later than usual,” she said snappily.
“I stopped to ’ave a read of the paper. ’Tis rare exciting to-day.” He added with a chuckle: “I’m in it this morning.”
“You!” exclaimed Elsie. She thought he had gone mad.
“There’s my picture in it, as well as my name—just because I ’aves the honour of leaving the milk ’ere each morning,” he said grinning.
Then he waited for a second. Though they were old friends he was slightly afraid of the tall Scotswoman who now stood looking at him with an air of disgust and doubt on her strong features.
“You’re in it, too,” he said at last, enjoying with a somewhat fearful joy the look of wrath that flamed up into her face.
“Me in it?”
“You and me is on the back page. Right in the middle where they prints the big news there’s a piece as what they calls a statement about your young lady——”
And then he handed her the paper.