"He doesn't take to everyone at sight," she said.
"No?" She saw again that frank, disarming smile. "You see, missis, I know
the ways of animals, and a very useful sort of knowledge I've found it."
"I wonder why you call me missis," she said. "I'm Jack's sister, not his
wife."
He looked up at her. "But you're the boss of the establishment, I take
it?"
She smiled also half against her will. "I'm rather new at present. But no
doubt I shall learn."
"And then you'll go and boss some one else?" he suggested.
She coloured a little. "No. I shall stick to Jack," she said, with
decision.
"Lucky Jack!" he said. "But you're quite right. There's no one good
enough for you around here. We're a low breed mostly."
"I didn't mean that!" she protested, in quick distress. "I never thought
that!"
"I know," he said. "I know. But you've sort of felt it all the same. Me,
for instance!" His intensely blue eyes challenged her suddenly. "Haven't
you said to yourself, 'That man may be up to local standard, but he's
made of shocking crude material'? Straight now! Haven't you?"
She hesitated, her face burning under his direct look. "Do you--do you
really want to know what I think?" she said.
"I do." There was something uncompromising in the brief rejoinder, yet
somehow she did not find him formidable.
She answered him without difficulty in spite of her embarrassment.
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