It contained half a sheep's head.
"How would you like it done ?" she whispered.
Mr.Simson considered.

There came a softer look into his eyes.

"How did you do it last time ?" he asked.

"It came up brown, I remember, with thick gravy." "Braised," suggested Mary.
"That's the word," agreed Mr.Simson.

"Braised." He watched while Mary took things needful from the cupboard, and commenced to peel an onion.
"That's the sort that makes me despair of the People," said Mr.Simson.
Joan could not be sure whether he was addressing her individually or imaginary thousands.