Joyce Morrell's Harvest. Emily Sarah Holt

thou gavest him not o’er full answers.”

      “Oh, nought of import,” said I. “Beside, Edith, he is an old friend of Mother.”

      “Is he so?” quoth she. “Then we can ask Mother touching him.”

      Now, I could not have told any wherefore, but I had no list to ask Mother, nor had I told her so much as one word touching him. I believe I was half afeared she might forbid me to encourage him in talk. I trust Edith shall forget the same, for she hath not an over good memory.