is like her father. Robert wasn't worthless, but he had no push."
Having made quite sure that she was not wanted in the dairy for the time being, Meg made her way to the barn. She was glad to find it empty, so that she could climb the ladder without waiting. When she reached the top and clambered over the straw the scent of it seemed delightful to her. It was like something welcoming her home. She threw herself down full length in the Straw Parlour. Robin had not been at dinner. He had gone out early, and had not returned. As she lay stretching her tired limbs and staring up at the nest in the dark tent-like roof above her, she hoped he would come. And he did. In about ten minutes she heard the signal from the barn floor, and answered it. Robin came up the ladder rather slowly. When he made his way over the straw to her corner and threw himself down beside her, she saw that he was tired too. They talked a few minutes about ordinary things, and then Meg thought she would tell him about the dairy. But it appeared that he had something to tell himself, and he began first.
"I've been making a plan, Meg," he said.
"Have you?" said Meg. "What is it?"
"I've been thinking about it for two or three days,"
