Then they both laughed and walked on, leaving Geoff to follow. Nothing was said about his being hungry.
"Perhaps I shall be expected to dine with the pigs," he thought.
CHAPTER IX.
PIGS, ETC.
t was not quite so bad as that, however. Farmer Eames turned in at the farmyard gate and led the two strangers into a good-sized kitchen, where the table was already set, in a homely fashion, for dinner. A stout, middle-aged woman, with a rather sharp face, turned from the fire, where she was superintending some cooking.
"Here we are again, wife," said Eames. "Glad to see dinner's ready. Take a chair, Mr. Ned. You'll have a glass of beer to begin with?" and as he poured it out, "This here's the new boy, missis—I've settled to give him a trial."