She stood up.
'Hark!' she said, and turned her head. 'The cuckoo clock in the kitchen is calling midnight. We need remain here no longer.'
'I should like to remain till day,' said Larry.
'What, to be scolded?'
'To be told the truth, dear Honor.'
'Do not forget what I have said. I spoke because I care for you. The sheep will not be disturbed to-night. Will you have some posset and go home?'
'Your father will keep guard to-morrow night, but the night after that I will be here again. Oh Honor, you will sit up with me, will you not?' He took her hand. 'How much better I had been, how the Chimsworthy coomb would have flowed with honey, had God given me such a sister as you.'
'Well, begin to weed yourself and Chimsworthy,' she said with a smile.
'Will you not give me a word of praise as well as of blame?'
'When you deserve it.'