"Ah."
"Will you 'ave it up 'ere or down yon, young man?"
Tommy flushed hotly, and Madge held his arm.
"You daren't hit me," he said.
The farmer laughed.
"You've bin trespassin' more'n once, young man, wi' your catapult an' your sharp tongue, an' now I'm goin' to 'ave my bit. Up 'ere or down yon?"
Tommy temporized.
"Let us come down," he said, eyeing the door warily.
"Young miss, you get down first," said the farmer.
Madge obeyed with pale cheeks, and stood, half in sunlight, at the door.