He nodded his head. "It's down below," he said.
"Dear, oh, dear," she sighed. "I've wasted a terrible lot of time on you, Mr. Quinn!..."
"Call me 'Henry,'" he said.
"I'll call you 'Harry,'" she answered.
"You can call me anything you like!..."
She pinched his cheek. "You're a dear wee fella," she said. He did not mind being called a "wee fella" now. "But you're keepin' me from my work," she went on.
He seized her hand impetuously. "Take a day off," he said, "and we'll go for a long walk together!"
She laughed at him. "You quality people is the great ones for talk," she replied. "An' how could I take a day off an' me with my work to do?"
"Well, this evening then," he urged.
"There'll be the cows to milk!..."