Chapter 47

ROBERT flung himself into his work and his poem about the Gwlfas. And, because he was so determined not to notice Gillian and Ralph, he did not notice, either, Gillian’s wistful glances in his direction. She rode her new pony. She fed her chickens and all her other living toys. The gifts went on. But, having culminated in Fringal’s beloved little cush-cow—the hornless cow that is regarded as a special favourite on farms—they took the form of furniture. Whether Elmer had sufficient irony in his composition to think …