“I'm nearly as well as ever,” she answered.
“You are, though?” said Pete. “Then you'll be down soon, it's like, eh?”
“I hope so, Pete—quite soon.”
“And fit for anything, now—yes?”
“Oh, yes, fit for anything.”
Pete laughed from his heart like a boy. “I'll take a slieu round to Ballure and tell Philip immadiently.”
“Philip?” said Kate, with a look of inquiry.
“He was saying this morning you wouldn't be equal to it, Kirry.”
“Equal to what, Pete?”
“Getting—going—having—that's to say—well, you know, putting a sight on the parson himself one of these days, that's the fact.” And, to cover his confusion, Pete laughed till the scraas of the roof began to snip.