“Oh，blameitontome，ofcourse！“
“Iain’tblamin’anybody。Butshe’shereandwe’vegottodecidewhethertosendherawayornot。Shallwe？“
TheywereinterruptedbyMary-’Gustaherself，whoenteredthebarn，wherethediscussiontookplace，adollunderonearmandaveryseriousexpressiononherface。
“Hello！“hailedZoeth。“What’sthematter？“
Mary-’Gustaseatedherselfuponanemptycranberrycrate。Thepartnershadajointinterestinasmallcranberrybogandthecratewasoneofseveralunusedthepreviousfall。