Presently, under the scud of shifting clouds, Jenny hurried through the windy shadows of twilight down to the warm theater. When she was back in the bedroom that night, May said: "Mr. Trewhella's struck on you." "What do you mean?" "He is--honest. He raved about you." "Shut up." "He went to see you dance and he's going again to-morrow night and all the time he's in London, and he wants you and me to go to tea again to-morrow." "I've properly got off," laughed Jenny, as down tumbled her fair hair, and with a single movement she shook it free of a day's confinement. "Do you like him?" May inquired. "Yes, all right. Only his clothes smell funny. Lavingder or something. I suppose they've been put away for donkey's years. Well, get on with it, young May, and tell us some more about this young dream." "You date," laughed her sister. "But don't make fun of the poor man." "Oh, well, he is an early turn, now isn't he, Maisie? What did dad say to him?" "Oh, dad. If beer came from cows, dad would have had plenty to say." "You're right," agreed Jenny, standing rosy-footed in her nightgown. She gave one critical look at her image in the glass, as if in dreams she meant to meet a lover, then put out all lights and with one leap buried herself in the bedclothes. On the following afternoon during tea Mr. Trewhella scarcely took his eyes off Jenny. "Well, how did you enjoy the ballet?" she inquired. "I don't know so much about the ballet. I was all the time looking for one maid in that great old magic lantern of a place, and when I found her I couldn't see her so well as I wanted. But, darn'ee, I will to-night. William John!" "Zack!" "William John, if it do cost a golden guinea to sit down along to-night, we'm going to sit in they handsome chairs close up to the harmony." "That's all right, boy," chuckled Corin. "We'll sit in the front row." "That's better," sighed Trewhella, much relieved by this announcement. When Jenny said she must go and get ready for the theater, the farmer asked if he might put her along a bit of the way. "If you like," she told him. "Only I hope you walk quicker than what you eat, because I shall be most shocking late if you don't." Trewhella said he would walk just as quick as she'd a mind to; but Jenny insured herself against lateness by getting ready half an hour earlier than usual.