He looked at me a little suspiciously.
"You haven't seen the vicar?" he queried.
I shook my head.
"Yes," he observed. "Thomas and I have been bathed, I may say, in nature."
He waved his hand.
"I saw Tommy bathing," said I.
Again the poet looked at me sharply.
"Did you—did you have any converse with the boy?" he asked.
"Only a little. He seemed to be thoroughly happy."
The poet smiled.