‘I said sommat about an apology,’ Tut-Gut said. ‘I am almost sure I heard meself sayin’ that.’
Pinch shrugged his tiny shoulders and pouted. ‘For what? We did no harm.’
‘Not for lack of trying!’ Sophy said. ‘You almost walked me over a cliff.’
Pinch chuckled and stepped back, waving an arm at the cliff in an inviting gesture. ‘Go on, have a look,’ he said.
Keeping a wary eye on Pinch, Sophy stepped forward and peeked over the edge. The “precipice” fell away a mere two feet, she guessed, ending in a puddle of muddy water. She would have had a shock, a bump and an unpleasant wetting, but that was all. Probably.
‘I could have broken an ankle,’ she said severely, staring down at Pinch from her full five-feet-and-nine-inches height. He looked very small indeed when she loomed over him like
