I will come and talk to you again later on.

I am going to have a pipe first in the old loft in the cow paddock.

Keep out of mischief till I come back." He struck a match, lighted his tobacco, and, without a glance at the silent children, left the room, locking the door behind him.
Once more he crossed the paddocks, and once more pushed open the creaking door.

The orange peel lay just where he had seen it before, only it was a little drier and more dead-looking.

The hair ribbon was in exactly the same knot.