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 way, though ’e wasn’t by no means perfect; but if I ever take on a second—an’ there’s more than one ’as ’is eyes on this bit 0’ cottage—I'll take care ’e don’t run quite as free as Selton.”

“Tt seems to me that I was right after all,” said Andromeda; “and if my husband takes to carrying on I shall certainly come to you for advice.”

“You'll ’old ’im right enough,” replied the old lady, “while you’ve got that pretty face. Men are like chickens: they know where to find the best seed.”

Smales came to the door for his final instructions, looking anything but delighted at the thought of his long holiday. As his eyes met those of Andromeda they hardened perceptibly, causing her to laugh softly to herself.

“John is jealous,” she murmured, and then laughed again.

The instructions were but a brief repetition of what had gone before. Smales looked as though he would like to speak, as though he wished Vermont would speak.

“I hope you'll have a nice holiday, John,” said Andromeda. {{C|212}