“Are you going to crush that sugar?” asked Miss Meredith.
“Art going to come to the stable?” calmly questioned Charles.
“Give me the pestle!” said Janice, severely.
“Because if you won’t,” continued the groom, “I shall have to say what I want now.”
“I prefer not to hear it,” Janice announced, moving from the fire.
“You must keep on stirring, or ’t will burn, Miss Janice,” the man reminded her, taking a mean advantage of the situation.
Janice came back and resumed her task, but she said, “I don’t choose to listen.”
’T is for thy father’s sake I ask it.”
“How?” demanded the girl, looking up with sudden interest.
“I went to the village t’ other night,” replied the man, “to drill—” Then he checked himself in evident disconcertion.