'Meeting a girl like you.'

'Do I draw men's eyes?'

'Eh?' He was startled. Then he guffawed. 'Yes,' he replied.

'_She_ said so,' Hazel murmured. 'And she said I'd get spoke to,
and she said I'd get puck up. I'm main glad of it, too. She's a witch.'

'She said you'd get picked up, did she?'

'Ah.'

Reddin put his arm round her.

'You're so pretty! That's why.'

'Dunna maul me!'

'You might be civil. I'm doing you a kindness.'

They went on in that fashion, his arm about her, each wondering what
manner of companion the other was.

When they neared Undern there were gates to open, and he admired her
litheness as she jumped in and out.

In his pastures, where the deeply rutted track was already white with
snow, two foals stood sadly by their mothers, gazing at the cold world