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Chapter 15
ShecouldsleepatMansfield,andbringmebackhereintheevening,andfetchmeagaininthemorning.It’squiteeasy.’
’Andthepeoplewhoseeyou?’
’I’llweargogglesandaveil.’
Heponderedforsometime.
’Well,’hesaid.’Youpleaseyourselfasusual.’
’Butwouldn’titpleaseyou?’
’Ohyes!It’dpleasemeallright,’hesaidalittlegrimly.’Imightaswellsmitewhiletheiron’shot.’
’DoyouknowwhatIthought?’shesaidsuddenly.’Itsuddenlycametome.Youarethe"KnightoftheBurningPestle"!’
’Ay!Andyou?AreyoutheLadyoftheRed-HotMortar?’
’Yes!’shesaid.’Yes!You’reSirPestleandI’mLadyMortar.’
’Allright,thenI’mknighted.JohnThomasisSirJohn,toyourLadyJane.’
’Yes!JohnThomasisknighted!I’mmy-lady-maiden-hair,andyoumusthaveflowerstoo.Yes!’
Shethreadedtwopinkcampionsinthebushofred-goldhairabovehispenis.
’There!’shesaid.’Charming!Charming!SirJohn!’
Andshepushedabitofforget-me-notinthedarkhairofhisbreast.
’Andyouwon’tforgetmethere,willyou?’Shekissedhimonthebreast,andmadetwobitsofforget-me-notlodgeoneovereachnipple,kissinghimagain.
’Makeacalendarofme!’hesaid.Helaughed,andtheflowersshookfromhisbreast.
’Waitabit!’hesaid.
Herose,andopenedthedoorofthehut.Flossie,lyingintheporch,gotupandlookedathim.
’Ay,it’sme!’hesaid.
Therainhadceased.Therewasawet,heavy,perfumedstillness.Eveningwasapproaching.
