〃Anna Brangwen;〃 came the immediate; haughty answer。
〃Indeed it is! An do you like driving in a trap with your
father?〃
〃Yes;〃 said Anna; shy; but bored by these inanities。 She had
a touch…me…not way of blighting the inane inquiries of grown…up
people。
〃My word; shes a fawce little thing;〃 the landlady would say
to Brangwen。
〃Ay;〃 he answered; not encouraging ments on the child。
Then there followed the present of a biscuit; or of cake; which
Anna accepted as her dues。
〃What does she say; that Im a fawce little thing?〃 the small
girl asked afterwards。
〃She means youre a sharp…shins。〃
Anna hesitated。 She did not understand。 Then she laughed at
some absurdity she found。
Soon he took her every week to market with him。 〃I can e;
cant I?〃 she asked every Saturday; or Thursday morning; when he
made himself look fine in his dress of a gentleman farmer。 And
his face clouded at having to refuse her。
So at last; he overcame his own shyness; and tucked her
beside him。 They drove into Nottingham and put up at the 〃Black
Swan〃。 So far all right。 Then he wanted to leave her at the inn。
But he saw her face; and knew it was impossible。 So he mustered
his courage; and set off with her; holding her hand; to the
cattle…market。
She stared in bewilderment; flitting silent at his side。 But
in the cattle…market she shrank from the press of men; all men;
all in heavy; filthy boots; and leathern leggins。 And the road
underfoot was all nasty with cow…muck。 And it frightened her to
see the cattle in the square pens; so many horns; and so little
enclosure; and such a madness of men and a yelling of drovers。
Also she felt her father was embarrassed by her; and
ill…at…ease。
He brought her a cake at the refreshment…booth; and set her
on a seat。 A man hailed him。
〃Good morning; Tom。 That thine; then?〃……and the