Miss Lally began to look rather doleful. She had been so bright and cheerful all day that I didn't like to see her little face overcast. We had left Jacob outside the cave, of course; there was one satisfaction with him—he was not likely to run away.
'Miss Baby, dear,' I said, 'aren't you getting hungry? Where's the basket you were holding in the cart?'
'Nice cakes in basket,' said the little girl. 'Baby looked, but Baby didn't eaten them.'
The basket was still in the cart, and I think they were all very pleased when they saw what I had brought for them. Some of Mrs. Brent's nice little saffron buns and a bottle of milk. I remember that I didn't like the taste of the saffron buns at first, and now I might be Cornish born and bred, I think it such an improvement to cakes!
'Another time,' I said, 'we might bring our tea with us. I daresay my lady wouldn't object.'
'I'm sure she wouldn't mind,' said Miss Bess. 'We used to have picnic teas sometimes, when our quite, quite old nurse was with us—the one that's married over to St. Iwalds.'
'Bess,' said Master Francis, 'you should say "over at," not "over to."'
'Thank you,' said Miss Bess, 'I don't want you to teach me grammar. That isn't parson's business.'
Master Francis grew very red.
'Did you know, nurse,' said Miss Lally, 'Francie's going to be a clergy-gentleman?'