"Stead! Stead, good old Stead," she cried, "to come just as I was
half dead with white seam and scolding! Emlyn here! Emlyn there!
And she's ready with her fingers too. She boxed mine ears till they
sang again yesterday."
"The jade," muttered Stead. "What for?"
"Only for looking out at window," said Emlyn. "How could I help it,
when there were six outlandish sailors coming up the street leading a
big black bear. Well, Stead, and are you all going to live with Jeph
in his castle, and will you take me?"
"He asks me not," said Stead, and began to read the letter, to which
Emlyn listened with many little remarks. "So Patience and Rusha wont
go. I marvel at them, yet 'tis like sober-sided old Patty! And
mayhap among the bogs and hills 'tis lonelier than in the gulley. I
mind a trooper who had served in Ireland telling my father it was so
desolate he would not banish a dog there. But what did he say about
home, Stead, I thought it was all yours?"
Stead explained, and also the possibility of endeavouring to rebuild
the farmhouse.
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