“Pretty? Well, yes—they are pretty girls—fresh looking. I have often thought so.”
“Though, poor dears, prettiness won’t last long!”
“O no, unfortunately.”
“They are excellent dairywomen.”
“Yes: though not better than you.”
“They skim better than I.”
“Do they?”
Clare remained observing them—not without their observing him.
“She is colouring up,” continued Tess heroically.
“Who?”