He looked at her.
"Reckon it will."
"Where ull you go?"
"Oh, I can go to Tom's."
"That's right away in the shires, ain't it?"
"Yes—beyond Leicester."
"Where they do the hunting."
"Surelye."
"What's the farm?"
"Grain mostly—and he's done well with his sheep. He'd be glad to have me for a bit."