"No. Gone to get work."
"Well, it's rough on you, but you can stay with us for a bit. Keep out of Mr. Peterson's way, though, 'cause he's always busy on moving days. Had any breakfast?"
"No. I—I don't want any."
"Oh, that's bosh. You'11 feel better when you've had some." Her voice was brisk and determined. "Nita hasn't had hers yet, so you can keep her company."
Hugh came unwillingly, trembling lest he should encounter Big Dan. But that gentleman was at the further side of the field, roaring at the tent-men, so he breathed more freely. Nita, eating her breakfast with a surprising air of meekness, greeted him cheerfully, and in a moment Mrs. Dan had some bacon sizzling in the pan for him.
"Now, you hurry up and eat that," she said. "Then you and Nita tidy up things. Don't go out of the wagon. I'll be back presently."
She shut the door, and stood for a moment on the top step, thinking. Mrs. Dan was not a woman to waste an opportunity. The wretched little house did not seem to hold much, but what there was she meant to have. And she did not at all want to incur any comment from her husband on taking up a man's time.
A young man, on a lorry almost packed, caught her eye. She beckoned to him, and he came running.
"Just about ready, Mrs. Peterson."
"Well, you come with me. I got a job for you."
With Jeff at her heels she went swiftly through the