And this was all so unusual with Barbara, whose body was too perfect, too sanely governed by the flow of her blood not to revel in the moment and the things thereof.

She knew it was unusual.

After her ride she avoided lunch, and walked out into the lanes.

But about two o'clock, feeling very hungry, she went into a farmhouse, and asked for milk.

There, in the kitchen, like young jackdaws in a row with their mouths a little open, were the three farm boys, seated on a bench gripped to the alcove of the great fire-way, munching bread and cheese.