'Steady the Buffs!' said M'Turk, looking through the blind. 'Tulke has followed us. He's comin' up the street now.'
'They've niver put us out o' bounds,' said Mother Yeo. 'Bide yeou still, my little dearrs.' She rolled into the inner room to make the score.
'Mary,' said Stalky suddenly, with tragic intensity. 'Do 'ee lov' me, Mary?'
'Iss—fai! Talled 'ee zo since yeou was zo high!' the damsel replied.
'Zee 'un comin' up street, then?' Stalky pointed to the unconscious Tulke. 'He've niver been kissed by no sort or manner o' maid in hees borned laife, Mary. Oh, 'tees shaamful!'
'Whutt's to do with me? 'Twill come to 'un in the way o' nature, I rackon.' She nodded her head sagaciously. 'You niver want me to kiss un—sure-ly?'
''Give 'ee half-a~crown if 'ee will,' said Stalky, exhibiting the coin.
Half-a-crown was much to Mary Yeo, and a jest was more; but
'Yeu'm afraid,' said M'Turk, at the psychological moment.
'Aie!' Beetle echoed, knowing her weak point. 'There's not a maid to Northam 'ud think twice. An' yeou such a fine maid, tu!'
M'Turk planted one foot firmly against the inner door lest Mother Yeo should return inopportunely, for Mary's face was set. It was then that Tulke found his way blocked by a tall daughter of Devon—that county of easy kisses, the pleasantest under the sun. He dodged aside politely. She
