"About a hundred pounds--and you don't want to cut any more than you can put up to-night, Mr. Douglass. We'll try it."
"Very good! And you'll send along somethin' for the men--Barby knows," said Earl bobbing his head again intelligently at Fleda,--"there's four on 'em and it takes somethin' to feed 'em--workin' men'll put away a good deal o' meat."
He withdrew his head and closed the door, happily for Constance, who went off into a succession of ecstatic convulsions.
"What time of day do your eccentric hay-makers prefer for the rest of their meals, if they lunch at three o'clock? I never heard anything so original in my life."
"This is lunch number two," said Fleda smiling; "lunch number one is about ten in the morning; and dinner at twelve."
"And do they gladden their families with their presence at the other ordinary convivial occasions?"
"Certainly."
"And what do they have for lunch?"
"Varieties. Bread and cheese, and pies, and Quirlcakes; at every other meal they have meat."
"Horrid creatures!"