I see 'em walking together last Sunday, and when they came to a puddle he lifted her over like a halfpenny doll.

He ought to have a dozen; he'd let 'em walk through puddles for themselves then." Meanwhile Melbury had entered the house with the look of a man who sees a vision before him.

His wife was in the room.

Without taking off his hat he sat down at random.
"Luce--we've done it!" he said.

"Yes--the thing is as I expected.