You are angry still--not now--no ?" There was, anxiety in the pleading.

What did it matter to her what a stranger thought?
And yet Bebee's heart was heavy as he laughed a little coldly, and bade her good day, and left her alone to go out of the city homewards.

A sense of having done wrong weighed on her; of having been rude and ungrateful.
She had no heart for the children that evening.

Mere Krebs was sitting out before her door shelling peas, and called to her to come in and have a drop of coffee.

Krebs had come in from Vilvoeorde fair, and brought a stock of rare good berries with him.