'How do you find yourself to-day, Meg? I am _very_ glad to see you able to
be about again; but I hope it is not too soon.'
We were standing at the barred gate of the little enclosure, and quite
close to Meg, who, however, did not choose to raise her head, but,
continuing to shower her grain and potato-skins among her hens and
chickens, said in a low tone--
'Father baint in sight? Look jist round a bit and say if ye see him.'
But Dickon's dusky red costume was nowhere visible.
So Meg looked up, pale and thin, and with her old grave, observant eyes,
and she said quietly--
''Tisn't that I'm not glad to see ye; but if father was to spy me talking
friendly wi' ye, now that I'm hearty, and you havin' no more call to me,
he'd be all'ays a watching and thinkin' I was tellin' o' tales, and 'appen
he'd want me to worrit ye for money, Miss Maud; an' 'tisn't here he'd spend
it, but in the Feltram pottusses, he would, and we want for nothin' that's
good for us. But that's how 'twould be, an' he'd all'ays be a jawing and a
lickin' of I; so don't mind me, Miss Maud, and 'appen I might do ye a good
turn some day.
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