"No, I didn't," said James, stoutly. "I thought as it was in
Aynsley-street."

"Oh! that's years ago!" said Helen, shocked by his ignorance. "We've
lived in Sneyd-road for years--years."

"I'll not deny it," said James.

"The great fault of our house," Helen proceeded, "was that mother
daren't stir out of it on cattle-market days."

"Why not?"

"Cows!" said Helen. "Mother simply can't look at a cow, and they were
passing all the time."

"She should ha' been thankful as it wasn't bulls," James put in.

"But I mean bulls too!" exclaimed Helen. "In fact, it was a bull that
led to it."

"What! Th' farmer saved her from a mad bull, and she fell in love with
him? He's younger than her, I lay!"

"How did you know that?" Helen questioned. "Besides, he isn't. They're
just the same age."

"Forty-four?" Perceiving delicious danger in the virgin's face, James
continued before she could retort, "I hope Susan wasn't gored?"