Henrietta, with a smile said that she had made it already.
“Mother thought you’d be too fine to make it,” still staring.
“Well, you see I am not.”
“I am glad of that,” the child answered candidly. “For mother said you’d have to come to it and to worse, if you were transported, miss.”
Henrietta winced afresh, and looked at the imp less kindly.
“But I’m not going to be transported,” she said positively. “You’re talking nonsense.”
“There’s never been any one transported from here.”
“No?” with relief. “Then why should I be?”
“But there was a man hanged three years ago. It was for stealing a lamb. They didn’t let me see it.”
“And very right, too.”