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board. But it managed to contain a little barrel of beer, as
well as a few dishes and bits of food. She took a little milk
from the yellow jug.
’How do you get your milk?’ she asked him, when she
came back to the table.
’Flints! They leave me a bottle at the warren end. You
know, where I met you!’
But he was discouraged. She poured out the tea, poising
the cream-jug.
’No milk,’ he said; then he seemed to hear a noise, and
looked keenly through the doorway.
’’Appen we’d better shut,’ he said.
’It seems a pity,’ she replied. ‘Nobody will come, will
they?’
’Not unless it’s one time in a thousand, but you never
know.’
’And even then it’s no matter,’ she said. ‘It’s only a cup
of tea.’
’Where are the spoons?’
He reached over, and pulled open the table drawer. Con-
nie sat at the table in the sunshine of the doorway.
’Flossie!’ he said to the dog, who was lying on a little mat
at the stair foot. ‘Go an’ hark, hark!’
He lifted his finger, and his ‘hark!’ was very vivid. The
dog trotted out to reconnoitre.
’Are you sad today?’ she asked him.
He turned his blue eyes quickly, and gazed direct on her.
’Sad! no, bored! I had to go getting summonses for two
poachers I caught, and, oh well, I don’t like people.’