And the waste--well, you ask Cook! _She_ can't help it!' 'Has she been here long, Forest ?' 'Fifteen years.' 'And you ?' 'Twenty-two, Miss.' 'Well, Forest,' Miss Bremerton approached him confidingly, 'don't you think that you, and Cook, and I--you know Mr.Mannering wishes me to do the housekeeping--well, that between us we could do something ?' Forest considered it.
'I don't see why not, Miss,' he said at last, with caution.

'You can reckon on me, that's certain, and on Cook, that's certain too.

As for the young uns, we can get round them! They'll eat what they're given.

But you'll have to go careful with the Squire.' Miss Bremerton smiled and nodded.

They stood colloguing in the twilight for ten minutes more..