“There’s some not bad stuff in there,” he said.
“Not at all bad,” she answered gravely.
He felt again her interest in his work. Or was it for himself? Why was she always most interested in him as he appeared in his work?
They sat down to supper.
“By the way,” he said, “didn’t I hear something about your earning your own living?”
“Yes,” she replied, bowing her dark head over her cup. “And what of it?”
“I’m merely going to the farming college at Broughton for three months, and I shall probably be kept on as a teacher there.”