'I'm afraid not.'
'It's fetching the bark off'n the failed trees ready for lugging.'
'Where are the felled trees?'
'Hunter's Spinney.'
'That's close here.'
'Ah.'
Edward was deep in thought. The cornet whispered to Hazel:
'Making up next Sunday's sermon!'
But Edward turned round disconcertingly.
'As it's on your way, why not come to tea with mother? I might be out, but you wouldn't mind that?'