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"Can you give me a pound of butter?" she asked, in a curious

detached way of one speaking a foreign language

He tried to attend to her question She was looking at hily But underneath the question, as there, in

her very standing motionless, which affected him?

He stepped aside and she at once entered the house, as if the

door had been opened to admit her That startled him It was the

custom for everybody to wait on the doorstep till asked inside

He went into the kitchen and she followed

His tea-things were spread on the scrubbed deal table, a big

fire was burning, a dog rose from the hearth and went to her

She stood motionless just inside the kitchen

"Tilly," he called loudly, "have we got any butter?"

The stranger stood there like a silence in her black

cloak

"Eh?" came the shrill cry froot what's on t' table," answered Tilly's shrill voice

out of the dairy

Brangwen looked at the table There was a large pat of butter

on a plate, almost a pound It was round, and stamped with

acorns and oak-leaves

"Can't you come when you're wanted?" he shouted

"Why, what d'you want?" Tilly protested, as she cah the other door