Ruby is aghast.
"Well, of course, not to say ate, not 'xactly ate; but the biggest chap allis rigs the rest. And the next biggest chap allis rigs a littler one, you know; and the littlest chap he gets rigged by everybody all round, doesn't he?"
Danny had clearly got a grip of the problem, but his poor simple face looked sadly burdened.
"Seems to me it must be all nathur somehow, Ruby."
"Do you think it is, Danny?"
"Well, well—I do, you know," with a grave shake of the head over this summary of the philosophy of life.
"Then nature is very cruel, and I don't love it."
"Cruel? Well, pozzible, pozzible. It does make me fit to cry a bit; but it must be nathur somehow, Ruby."
Danny's eyes were looking very hazy, when the little one, who didn't love nature, caught sight of some corn-poppies and bounded after them. "The darlings! oh the loves!" And one or two were immediately intertwined with the foxgloves in the hat.
Just then Mona came down the hill. Danny saw her at a distance, but gave no sign. He contrived to lead Ruby to the other side of the road from that on which Mona was walking, so that when they came abreast there was a dozen yards between them. Mona stopped. "Good-morning, Danny."