The pottery-works
were run on a liberal if autocratic basis. It was true that though
Lord Valleys was said to be a staunch supporter of a 'back to the land'
policy, no disposition was shown to encourage people to settle on these
particular lands, no doubt from a feeling that such settlers would not
do them so much justice as their present owner. Indeed so firmly did
this conviction seemingly obtain, that Lord Valleys' agent was not
unfrequently observed to be buying a little bit more.
But, since in this life one notices only what interests him, all this
gossip, half complimentary, half not, had fallen but lightly on the ears
of the champion of Peace during his campaign, for he was, as has, been
said, but a poor politician, and rode his own horse very much his own
way.
While he stood there enjoying the view, he heard a small high voice, and
became conscious of a little girl in a very shady hat so far back on
her brown hair that it did not shade her; and of a small hand put out in
front. He took the hand, and answered:
"Thank you, I am well--and you?" perceiving the while that a pair of
wide frank eyes were examining his leg.
"Does it hurt?"
"Not to speak of."
"My pony's leg was blistered. Granny is coming to look at it."
"I see."
"I have to go now. I hope you'll soon be better. Good-bye!"
Then, instead of the little girl, Courtier saw a tall and rather
florid woman regarding him with a sort of quizzical dignity.
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