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Chapter 16
There’snonamenormarkonit,isthere?’
Sheslippedonthetornthing,andsatdreamilylookingoutofthewindow.Thewindowwasopen,theairofmorningdriftedin,andthesoundofbirds.Birdsflewcontinuouslypast.ThenshesawFlossieroamingout.Itwasmorning.
Downstairssheheardhimmakingthefire,pumpingwater,goingoutatthebackdoor.Byandbycamethesmellofbacon,andatlengthhecameupstairswithahugeblacktraythatwouldonlyjustgothroughthedoor.Hesetthetrayonthebed,andpouredoutthetea.Conniesquattedinhertornnightdress,andfellonherfoodhungrily.Hesatontheonechair,withhisplateonhisknees.
’Howgooditis!’shesaid.’Hownicetohavebreakfasttogether.’
Heateinsilence,hismindonthetimethatwasquicklypassing.Thatmadeherremember.
’Oh,howIwishIcouldstayherewithyou,andWragbywereamillionmilesaway!It’sWragbyI’mgoingawayfromreally.Youknowthat,don’tyou?’
’Ay!’
’Andyoupromisewewilllivetogetherandhavealifetogether,youandme!Youpromiseme,don’tyou?’
’Ay!Whenwecan.’
’Yes!Andwewill!wewill,won’twe?’sheleanedover,makingtheteaspill,catchinghiswrist.
’Ay!’hesaid,tidyingupthetea.
’Wecan’tpossiblynotlivetogethernow,canwe?’shesaidappealingly.
Helookedupatherwithhisflickeringgrin.
’No!’hesaid.’Onlyyou’vegottostartintwenty-fiveminutes.’
’HaveI?’shecried.Suddenlyheheldupawarningfinger,androsetohisfeet.
Flossiehadgivenashortbark,thenthreeloudsharpyapsofwarning.
