〃Who might that be?〃 he asked。
Tilly; the cross…eyed woman of forty; who adored him; ran
gladly to the window to look。 She was glad when he asked her for
anything。 She craned her head over the short curtain; the little
tight knob of her black hair sticking out pathetically as she
bobbed about。
〃Oh why〃……she lifted her head and peered with her
twisted; keen brown eyes……〃why; you know who it
is……its her from th vicarage……you know……〃
〃How do I know; you hen…bird;〃 he shouted。
Tilly blushed and drew her neck in and looked at him with her
squinting; sharp; almost reproachful look。
〃Why you do……its the new housekeeper。〃
〃Ay……an what by that?〃
〃Well; an what by that?〃 rejoined the indignant
Tilly。
〃Shes a woman; isnt she; housekeeper or no housekeeper?
Shes got more to her than that! Who is she……shes got a
name?〃
〃Well; if she has; I dont know;〃 retorted Tilly; not
to be badgered by this lad who had grown up into a man。
〃Whats her name?〃 he asked; more gently。
〃Im sure I couldnt tell you;〃 replied Tilly; on her
dignity。
〃An is that all as youve gathered; as shes housekeeping at
the vicarage?〃
〃Ive eered mention of er name; but I couldnt remember it
for my life。〃
〃Why; yer riddle…skulled woman o nonsense; what have you got
a head for?〃
〃For what other folks as got theirs for;〃 retorted Tilly;
who loved nothing more than these tilts when he would call her
names。
There was a lull。
〃I dont believe as anybody could keep it in their head;〃 the
woman…servant continued; tentatively。
〃What?〃 he asked。