Love Among The Haystacks by D H Lawrence Chapter 4 Page 2

“What wor that?” he heard Maurice, aloft, ask cautiously.

“Something fall,” came the curious, almost pleased voice of the Fr�ulein.

“It wor niver th’ ladder,” said Maurice. He peered over the side of the stack. He lay down, looking.

“It is an’ a’!” he exclaimed. “We knocked it down with the cloth, dragging it over.”

“We fast up here?” she exclaimed with a thrill.

“We are that — without I shout and make ‘em hear at the Vicarage.”

“Oh no,” she said quickly.

“I don’t want to,”