And if you want to wash off the dust of travel, there's plenty of warm water out here in the kitchen.

I'll get you some." She may not have meant that for an invitation, but Billy followed her into the kitchen and calmly shut the door behind him.

She dipped warm water out of the reservoir for him and hung a fresh towel on the nail above the washstand in the corner, and seemed about to leave him again.
"Yuh mad yet ?" asked Billy, because he wanted to keep her there.
"Mad?
Why ?" She opened her eyes at him.

"Not as much as you look," she retorted then.

"You look as cross as if--" "What's the Pilgrim doing here ?" Billy demanded suddenly and untactfully.
"Who?
Mr.Walland ?" She went into the pantry and came back with a plate for him.