“I’m getting into practice, child, and tomorrow I shall fill more bins than all of you put together.”
“Come and eat your supper, children,” said Mrs. Athelny. “Where’s Sally?”
“Here I am, mother.”
She stepped out of their little hut, and the flames of the wood fire leaped up and cast sharp colour upon her face. Of late Philip had only seen her in the trim frocks she had taken to since she was at the dressmaker’s, and there was something very charming in the print dress she wore now, loose and easy to work in; the sleeves were tucked up and showed her strong, round arms. She too had a sun-bonnet.