"Garton's crazy about that sort of thing; but I must say Joe does look a bit Early Saxon."
That "Yes" tickled Ashurst. It was so crisp and graceful, so conclusive, and politely acquiescent in what was evidently. Greek to her.
"He said that all the other boys were regular gipsies. He should not have said that. My aunt laughed, but she didn't like it, of course, and my cousins were angry. Uncle was a farmer--farmers are not gipsies. It is wrong to hurt people."
Ashurst wanted to take her hand and give it a squeeze, but he only answered:
"Quite right, Megan. By the way, I heard you putting the little ones to bed last night."
She flushed a little. "Please to drink your tea--it is getting cold. Shall I get you some fresh?"
"Do you ever have time to do anything for yourself?"
"I've been watching, but I haven't seen it yet.