Then he laid down his scythe and approached
Meldon.
"Were you telling her," he asked, "of the match you had laid out for
her?"
"No," said Meldon, with a broad smile, "I wasn't."
"From the look of her," said Callaghan, "I thought maybe you might."
"Well, I wasn't. All I was trying to make plain to her was that she
couldn't marry me."
"I'd say," said Callaghan, "that she seen that plain enough, however it
was that you put it to her."
"I thought it better to make it quite clear at once," said Meldon.
"She was looking at me in a kind of way you'd hardly understand."
"I might, then," said Callaghan, still grinning.
"You would not," said Meldon. "You told me a moment ago that the
priests wouldn't let you!"
"There's many a thing," said Callaghan, "that the clergy might not
approve of, but--"
"Any how," said Meldon, "it was that kind of way she looked at me, and
I thought it better to put a stop to it at once."
"You're right there; and it's no more than what I'd expect of you."
"I don't think you quite grasp my point yet," said Meldon. "In a
general way I shouldn't mind her looking at me any way she liked.
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