“I reckon your mother ull be wondering how you’ve fared this afternoon. Has your father gone home and told her?”
“I left faather at Woods Corner.”
“She’ll be worriting about him too, then.”
“Maybe I should ought to go home and tell them.”
He straightened himself with a sigh. He must leave his refuge of tea and soap and candles, the peace of Thyrza Honey’s slow movements and thick, sweet voice. She was sorry for him.
“You’ll look in again, Mus’ Tom?”
“Surelye.”
“Maybe you’ll bring your sister Ivy round for a cup of tea before you go. Ull you be going soon?”
“In a fortnight.... Good evenun, Mrs. Honey.”
“Good evenun, Mus’ Tom.”