Lucas asked. She shook her head. “Demelza doesn’t like us to use our clothes to dry ourselves.” Jack joined in. “She doesn’t. She will be cross with you and you won’t have any points left.” Lucas grinned. “I’ve already lost them. Your sister won’t be cross, young man. It’s my shirt and I can do as I please with it. These rules only apply to you to and your sister.” The other boy bounced. “Can we share your rules, then, sir?” “We’ll see.” He shrugged his damp shirt on over his head. “Come on, little ones, I’m sure there’s more you can show me.” At noon, he escorted his adoring flock back to the house for their midday meal. The delicious aroma of cooking mackerel filled the kitchen. A dish of potatoes sprinkled with chopped parsley and glistening with butter stood proudly in the centre of the table. Next to this was a bowl of salad leaves and radishes.
