“Good-day, sir,” she began, “I suppose I am to share this place with you!”
“Well, ye—s,” stammered Simon.
“Pleasant country this.”
“Very.”
“Been here a long time?”
“Always.”
“What a rusty old creature he is,” Blackie was thinking. “I believe he’s blushing.”
“Where did she come from?” thought Simon. Presently he stammered:
“Do you like o—a—t—s?”
But before the answer was given Tony and Pat came tumbling in, breathless with running.