Blue Gipsy. Shall I call him, ma'am?" Billy answered, as the question appeared to be addressed to him.
"No matter," said Mrs. Carter, "one of you will do as well."
She advanced into the room, walking as nearly as possible on her heels. It was something of a feat; Mrs. Carter was not so light as she had been twenty-five years before. Peter followed her movements with a shade of speculative wonder in his eye; should she slip it would be an undignified exhibition. There was even a shade of hope beneath his respectful gaze.
"Why do you use so much water, Peter? Is it necessary to get the floor so wet?"
"It runs off, ma'am."
"It is very unpleasant to walk in."
Peter winked at Billy with his off eye, and stood at attention until she should have finished her examination of the newly washed phæton.
