Don't be mean about her!" Mrs.Morel flushed.
"I am sure I am not mean about her.

She may be quite as you say, but--" "You don't approve," he finished.
"And do you expect me to ?" she answered coldly.
"Yes!--yes!--if you'd anything about you, you'd be glad! Do you WANT to see her ?" "I said I did." "Then I'll bring her--shall I bring her here ?" "You please yourself." "Then I WILL bring her here--one Sunday--to tea.

If you think a horrid thing about her, I shan't forgive you." His mother laughed.
"As if it would make any difference!" she said.

He knew he had won.
"Oh, but it feels so fine, when she's there! She's such a queen in her way." Occasionally he still walked a little way from chapel with Miriam and Edgar.

He did not go up to the farm.