The door led straight through into the sitting-room. In her turn she knocked on it timidly and opened it an inch.
"Mista Quin, I have shem—"
"Why, tenas Jenny?" asked Quin.
"I no can put on shoe," she said. Quin laughed and she shrank back.
"Come in, never mind," he said as he came to the door and pushed it open. She bent her head.
"And please, Mista Quin, I no can do dless up at back. I much aflaid it fall off."
Quin came into the room as Sam brought in the dinner. He shut the door and caught her in his arms.
"I have shem," she murmured, but he kissed her neck and mouth. "I have shem."
He did the dress up at the back and held her away from him at arm's length.
"By the Holy Mackinaw, you are a pretty girl, Jenny," he said thickly. "You bebee me now?"