And he’d touched her, hmm, her leg, and that had been what made her make a scene. The words she’d heard before, filed them away to figure out later, the look too, but the hoof... She’d told Pa, and he’d just grumbled, so she’d told Ma, and she’d explained a bit, but Smith knew pretty well when she was being lied to (‘even by omission’—her hypocrite mother), so she’d asked her friend Tea Spout about it, and eventually got an answer. Now here she was, and it was night, and Apple Rose asleep, and the carrot looked suddenly quite intimidating.