“ Yes, nimble fingers,” said her father. “You take what’s your own.”
“ Are you coming, our Anna?” asked her brother from the door.
She suddenly chilled to normal, forgetting both her father and her cousin.
“ Yes, I’m ready,” she said, taking sixpence from the heap of money and sliding the rest back into the purse, which she laid on the table.
“ Give it here,” said her father.
Hastily she thrust the purse into his pocket and was going out.
“ You’d better go wi’ ’em, lad, hadn’t you?” said the father to the nephew.
Will Brangwen rose uncertainly. He had golden-brown, quick, steady eyes, like a bird’s, like a hawk’s, which cannot look afraid.
“ Your Cousin Will ’ll come with you,” said the father.
Anna glanced at the strange youth again. She felt him waiting there for her
