`Connie Mellors! Well, that's a nice name! And did you come out with your Daddy, and he shot a pussy? But it was a bad pussy!'

The child looked at her, with bold, dark eyes of scrutiny, sizing her up, and her condolence.

`I wanted to stop with my Gran,' said the little girl.

`Did you? But where is your Gran?'

The child lifted an arm, pointing down the drive. `At th' cottidge.'

`At the cottage! And would you like to go back to her?'

Sudden, shuddering quivers of reminiscent sobs. `Yes!'

`Come then, shall I take you? Shall I take you to your Gran? Then your Daddy can do what he has to do.' She turned to the man. `It is your little girl, isn't it?'

He saluted, and made a slight movement of the head in affirmation.

`I suppose I can take her to the cottage?' asked Connie.

`If your Ladyship wishes.'

Again he looked into her eyes, with that calm, searching detached glance. A man very much alone, and on his own.

`Would you like to come with me to the cottage, to your Gran, dear?'

The child peeped up again. `Yes!' she simpered.

Connie disliked her; the spoilt, false little female. Nevertheless she wiped her face and took her hand. The keeper saluted in silence.

`Good morning!' said Connie.

It was nearly a mile to the cottage, and Connie senior was well red by Connie junior by the time the game-keeper's picturesque little home was in sight. The child was already as full to the brim with tricks as a little monkey, and so self-assured.

At the cottage the door stood open, and there was a rattling heard inside. Connie lingered, the child slipped her hand, and ran indoors.

`Gran! Gran!'

`Why, are yer back a'ready!'

The grandmother had been blackleading the stove, it was Saturday morning. She came to the door in her sacking apron, a blacklead-brush in her hand, and a black smudge on her nose. She was a little, rather dry woman.

`Why, whatever?' she said, hastily wiping her arm across her face as she saw Connie standing outside.

`Good morning!' said Connie. `She was crying, so I just brought her home.'

The grandmother looked around swiftly at the child: