CONTENTS
| PAGE | |
| WOMEN O' DULDITCH | [ 1] |
| CLOMAYNE'S CLERK | [ 15] |
| IN A TEA-SHOP | [ 33] |
| A CHALK-MARK ON A GATE—Part I | [ 51] |
| A CHALK-MARK ON A GATE—Part II | [ 63] |
| "AS 'TWAS TOLD TO ME" | [ 77] |
| FREDDY'S SHIP | [ 91] |
| A NERVE CURE | [ 109] |
| THE PRIVATE WARD | [ 135] |
| DORA OF THE RINGOLETS | [ 153] |
| PINK CARNATIONS | [ 167] |
| A LITTLE WHITE DOG | [ 183] |
| IT ANSWERED | [ 195] |
| TO BERTHA IN BOMBAY | [ 209] |
| AUNTIE | [ 223] |
| WILLY AND I | [ 243] |
| A BROKEN BOOT | [ 255] |
| WHEN DEEP SLEEP FALLETH | [ 267] |
| THE EXCELLENT JOYS OF YOUTH | [ 283] |
| CARES OF A CURATE | [ 297] |
A SHEAF OF CORN
WOMEN O' DULDITCH
Dinah Brome stood in the village shop, watching, with eyes keen to detect the slightest discrepancy in the operation, the weighing of her weekly parcels of grocery.
She was a strong, wholesome-looking woman of three- or four-and-forty, with a clean, red skin, clear eyes, dark hair, crinkling crisply beneath her sober, respectable hat. All her clothes were sober and respectable, and her whole mien. No one would have guessed from it that she had not a shred of character to her back.
The knowledge of this incontrovertible fact did not influence the demeanour of the shop-woman towards her. There was not better pay in the village, nor a more constant customer than Dinah Brome. In such circumstances, Mrs Littleproud was not the woman to throw stones.