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off. Store doing all right, is it?”
Lancre’s only storekeeper gave her the look a three-legged mouse gives an athletic cat. Nevertheless, he tried.
“Oh, terrible bad, terrible bad business is right now, Mrs. Ogg.”
“Same as normal, eh?”
Mr. Quarney’s expression was pleading. He knew he wasn’t going to get out without something, he just wanted to know what it was.
“Well, now,” come amiss, eh? And she’ll probably want extra help come harvest. I knows I can depend on you all. Now, off you go ...”
They ran for it, leaving Nanny Ogg standing triumphantly in the doorway.
Jason Ogg looked at her hopelessly, a fifteen-stone man reduced to a four-year-old boy.said Nanny, “you know the widow Scrope, lives over in Slice?”Quarney’s mouth opened.“She’s not a widow,” he said. “She—““Bet you half a dollar?” said Nanny.Quarney’s mouth stayed open, and around it the rest of his face recomposed itself in an expression of fascinated horror.“So she’s to be allowed credit, right, until she gets the farm on its feet,” said Nanny, in the silence. Quamey nod-ded mutely.48LOR06 ftttQ LftQ/£6“That goes for the rest of you men listening outside the door,” said Nanny, raising her voice. “Dropping a cut of meat on her doorstep once a week wouldn’t