"Well, I don't want to see you made to look a fool; you're rather a good sort, Kit, if you're not very clever.

Be careful and remember you have been warned." She gave him a friendly nod and went off, but after a few moments turned and looked back.

Kit was walking down the road with swift angry strides.
Janet smiled, but when she entered the mill-house kitchen her face was flushed.

Soon after she sat down by the fire, Bell came in and leaned against the table with an angry frown.
"There's two mair trucks o' coal, and I canna find room for t' stuff," he said.

"Yards is full and I only sold three or four car loads last week." Janet knew silence was prudent when her father was disturbed, but he had given her a lead.