Chapter 47

He stood in the middle of the kitchen and shouted it at her, so I couldna help but laugh. “Nicely, thank you kindly, Sarn,” she says. “You dunna do much credit to your pasture at Grimble’s. I’ll say that. See young Camperdine ever?” “No.” “Got an acquaintance over yonder?” “No, Sarn. You be my acquaintance for ever and ever.” “Not Alf Grimble?” “No. But he was sweet on me, a bit, and pestered me. That was why I ran away.” I never thought Jancis was so clever. But every woman’s clever when she’s in love, I do believ…