And she's so brazen about it! I don't know what to think." Gammon knitted his brows and gazed round the kitchen.
"I think Polly's straight," he observed at length.

"I don't seem to notice anything wrong with her except her cheek and temper.

She'll have to be taken down a peg one of these days, but I don't envy the man that'll have the job.

It won't be me, for certain," he added with a laugh.
Moggie came into the room, bringing a telegram.
"For me ?" said Gammon.

"Just what I expected." Reading, he broadened his visage into a grin of infinite satisfaction.