"I've given you my name and history.

Won't you tell me yours ?" She hesitated momentarily.

"I am only the mother's help at the Vicarage," she said then.
"By Jove! I don't envy you." He looked at her with frank interest notwithstanding.

"I suppose you do it for a living," he remarked.
"Personally, I'd sooner sweep a crossing than live in the same house with that mouthing parson." "Hush!" she said, but her lips smiled as she said it, a small smile that would not be denied.

"I must go in now.