“And I suppose you have the fowls and calves and pigs to look after?” said Mrs. Morel to Mrs. Leivers.
“No,” replied the little woman. “I can’t find time to look after cattle, and I’m not used to it. It’s as much as I can do to keep going in the house.”
“Well, I suppose it is,” said Mrs. Morel.
Presently the girl came out.
“Tea is ready, mother,” she said in a musical, quiet voice.
“Oh, thank you, Miriam, then we’ll come,” replied her mother, almost ingratiatingly. “Would you care to have tea now, Mrs. Morel?”
“Of course,” said Mrs. Morel. “Whenever it’s ready.”
Paul and his mother and Mrs. Leivers had tea together. Then they went out into the wood that was flooded with bluebells, while fumy forget-me-nots were in the paths. The mother and son were in ecstasy together.
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