'I know,' said Neville. 'It is the old farmer's. It is Dol-bach.'
'Old Farmer Davis's?' said Kathleen. 'Oh, that reminds me the old woman at the cottage said we should go to see him, and thank him for being so kind the day we came. Indeed, we should have gone already.'
'Did she say so?' said Neville; 'she must be rather an impertinent old woman. It's no business of hers.'
'Oh no, she isn't impertinent at all,' said Kathleen. 'She didn't say we should have gone already. That was only my own thought. She said he'd be "proud" to see us—I think that sounds very nice, Neville—and that Mrs. Wynne thought "a deal" of him and his wife. Supposing we go now, Neville, on our way home?'
'No,' said Neville. 'I don't think it would be right to go anywhere without asking Aunt Clotilda. But I daresay she'll let us go. I remember old Davis said something about knowing Mrs. Wynne very well.'
'We'll ask her,' said Kathie. 'It would be something nice to do, to keep my mind off Phil's coming. And we might dress nicely, Neville. It would be more of a compliment to them, you know, if we went nicely dressed—like paying a real call.'
They met Miss Clotilda coming to meet them, when, after a good long ramble among the hills, they made their way home.
'I have come along the road two or three times to look for you,' she said. 'Have you had a nice walk, and any adventures?'
'Oh, yes,' said Kathie, and she launched at once into an account of her old woman.
But Neville noticed that she did not mention the anecdote about the pillow. 'Perhaps it is better not to keep reminding aunty of it,' he thought. 'I am glad Kathie is so thoughtful.'