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Chapter 24
Gudekenswherethere’sahouse!We’reinBalwhidder,too;thereshouldbenowantofhouses,no,norfriends’houseshere.Doyegangeasierso,Davie?”
“Ay,”saidI,“Icanbedoingthisway;”andIpressedhisarmwithmyhand.
Againhecamenearsobbing.“Davie,”saidhe,“I’mnoarightmanatall;Ihaveneithersensenorkindness;Icouldnaerememberyewerejustabairn,Icouldnaeseeyeweredyingonyourfeet;Davie,ye’llhavetotryandforgiveme.”
“Oman,let’ssaynomoreaboutit!”saidI.“We’reneitheroneofustomendtheother—that’sthetruth!Wemustjustbearandforbear,manAlan.O,butmystitchissore!Istherenaehouse?”
“I’llfindahousetoye,David,”hesaid,stoutly.“We’llfollowdowntheburn,wherethere’sboundtobehouses.Mypoorman,willyenobebetteronmyback?”
“O,Alan,”saysI,“andmeagoodtwelveinchestaller?”
“Ye’renosuchathing,”criedAlan,withastart.“Theremaybeatriflingmatterofaninchortwo;I’mnosayingI’mjustexactlywhatyewouldcallatallman,whatever;andIdaresay,”headded,hisvoicetailingoffinalaughablemanner,“nowwhenIcometothinkofit,Idaresayye’llbejustaboutright.Ay,it’llbeafoot,ornearhand;ormaybeevenmair!”
ItwassweetandlaughabletohearAlaneathiswordsupinthefearofsomefreshquarrel.Icouldhavelaughed,hadnotmystitchcaughtmesohard;butifIhadlaughed,IthinkImusthavewepttoo
