He spent the day restlessly, and the next morning walked over to Cheat Land before half-past ten. Alice Jury opened the door, and looked surprised to see him.
"You said you were coming at eleven. I'm afraid father's out again."
"I wur passing this way, so thought I'd call in on the chance," said Reuben guiltily—"I döan't mind waiting."
She called a long-legged boy who was weeding among the turnips, and bade him go over to Puddingcake and fetch the master. Then she led the way to the kitchen, which smelled deliciously of baking bread.
"You don't mind if I go on with my baking? I've twelve loaves in the oven."
"Oh, no," said Reuben, sitting in yesterday's chair, and gazing up at the Rossetti.
"Do you like pictures?" asked Alice, thumping dough.
"Some," said Reuben, "but I like 'em coloured best."
"I paint a little myself," said Alice—"when I've time."