Yet she was bent upon driving us out with a decision and fearlessness which might have put Monmouth to shame.
'You sell milk,' said Reuben. 'We are tired and thirsty, so we have come to have a horn of it.'
'Nay,' she cried, breaking into smiles, 'will ye pay me just as the folk pay granny? Oh, heart alive! but that will be fine!' She skipped up on to a stool and filled a pair of deep mugs from the basins upon the table. 'A penny, please!' said she.
It was strange to see the little wife hide the coin away in her smock, with pride and joy in her innocent face at this rare stroke of business which she had done for her absent granny. We bore our milk away to the window, and having loosed the shutters we seated ourselves so as to have an outlook down the road.
'For the Lord's sake, drink slow!' whispered Reuben, under his breath. 'We must keep on swilling milk or she will want to turn us out.'
'We have paid toll now,' I answered; 'surely she will let us bide.'
'If you have done you must go 'way,' she said firmly.
'Were ever two men-at-arms so tyrannised over by a little dolly such as this!' said I, laughing. 'Nay, little one, we shall compound with you by paying you this shilling, which will buy all your milk. We can stay here and drink it at our ease.'
'Jinny, the cow, is just across the marsh,' quoth she. 'It is nigh milking time, and I shall fetch her round if ye wish more.'
'Now, God forbid!' cried Reuben. 'It will end in our having to buy the cow. Where is your granny, little maid?'
'She hath gone into the town,' the child answered. 'There are bad men with red coats and guns coming to steal and to fight, but granny will soon make them go 'way. Granny has gone to set it all right.'
'We are fighting against the men with the red coats, my chuck,' said I; 'we shall take care of your house with you, and let no one steal anything.'
'Nay, then ye may stay,' quoth she, climbing up upon my knee as grave as a sparrow upon a bough. 'What a great boy you are!'
'And why not a man?' I asked.
'Because you have no beard upon your face. Why, granny hath more hair upon her chin than you. Besides, only boys drink milk. Men drink cider.'
'Then if I am a boy I shall be your sweetheart,' said I.
'Nay, indeed!' she cried, with a toss of her golden locks. 'I have no mind to wed for a while, but Giles Martin of Gommatch is my sweetheart. What a pretty shining tin smock you have, and what a great sword! Why should people have these things to harm each other with when they are in truth all brothers?'
'Why are they all brothers, little mistress?' asked Reuben.
'Because granny says that they are all the children of the great Father,' she answered. 'If they have all one father they must be brothers, mustn't they?'
'Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings, Micah,' quoth Reuben, staring out of the window.
'You are a rare little marsh flower,' I said, as she clambered up to grasp at my steel cap. 'Is it not strange to think, Reuben, that there should be thousands of Christian men upon either side of us, athirst for each other's lives, and here between them is a blue-eyed cherub who lisps out the blessed philosophy which would send us all to our homes with softened hearts and hale bodies?'
'A day of this child would sicken me for over of soldiering,' Reuben answered. 'The cavalier and the butcher become too near of kin, as I listen to her.'
'Perhaps both are equally needful,' said I, shrugging my shoulders. 'We have put our hands to the plough. But methinks I see the man for whom we wait coming down under the shadow of yonder line of pollard willows.'
'It is he, sure enough,' cried Reuben, peeping through the diamond-paned window.
'Then, little one, you must sit here,' said I, raising her up from my knee and placing her on a chair in a corner. 'You must be a brave lass and sit still, whatever may chance. Will you do so?'
She pursed up her rosy lips and nodded her head.
'He comes on apace, Micah,' quoth my comrade, who was still standing by the casement.