It was a necessary and proper ruse de guerre.

It explained why we spent the right here, and now Dobson and his friends can get about their day's work with an easy mind.

Their suspicions are temporarily allayed, and that will make our job easier." "I'm not coming with you." "I never said you were.

By 'we' I refer to myself and the red-headed boy." "Mistress, you're my auntie," Dickson informed Mrs.Morran as she set the porridge on the table.

"This gentleman has just been telling the man at the inn that you're my Auntie Phemie." For a second their hostess looked bewildered.