"Do you care a brass farthing about the little beast?" he said to
Wenna.
"I must put him on his way home," she answered.
Thereupon the young man went straight through the stream to the other
side, jumping the deeper portions of the channel: he caught up the dog
and brought it back to her; and when she was very angry with him for
this mad performance, he merely kicked some of the water out of his
trousers and laughed.
Then a smile broke over her face also. "Is that an example of what
people would do for me?" she said shyly. "Mr. Trelyon, you must keep
walking through the warm grass till your feet are dry; or will you
come along to the inn, and I shall get you some shoes and stockings?
Pray do, and at once. I am rather in a hurry."
"I'll go along with you, anyway," he said, "and put this little brute
into the highway. But why are you in a hurry?"
"Because," said Wenna, as they set out to walk down the
valley--"because my mother and I are going to Penzance the day after
to-morrow, and I have a lot of things to get ready."
"To Penzance?" said he with a sudden falling of the face.
"Yes. She has been dreadfully out of sorts lately, and she has sunk
into a kind of despondent state. The doctor says she must have a
change--a holiday, really--to take her away from the cares of the
house--"
"Why, Wenna, it's you who want the holiday--it's you who have the
cares of the house," Trelyon said warmly.
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