"All for me and Marm Lucy, Hildy?
Ye--ye ain't expectin' nobody else to tea, now ?" "No," said Hilda, wondering.

"Of course not.

Who else is there to come?
Bubble has sprained his ankle, you know, and Pink--" "Yes, yes; I know, I know!" said the farmer, still with that backward glance at the door.

And then, as he heard some noise in the yard, he added hurriedly: "At the same time, ye know, Hildy, people do sometimes drop in to tea--kind o' onexpected-like, y' understand.

And--and--all this pretty show might--might seem to--indicate, ye see--" "Jacob Hartley?
what are you up to ?" demanded Nurse Lucy, rather anxiously, as she stood at the shed-door watching him intently.