"You do seem to have been out of luck," Angus sympathized gravely. "Have you known Miss Winton long."
"As long as she is. I nursed her wid me own b'y that died."
"And have you known this girl friend of hers, long, too?"
"Phwat gyurl friend?"
"The one who is here with her—her companion."
"I'm her," Mrs. Foley returned. "Where do ye get this gyurl friend thing, anyway?"
But Angus could not tell. He had put his own construction on Faith Winton's words. At any rate Mrs. Foley seemed a capable companion.
"Well, I hope you'll like it here," he said. "It may be a little lonely, but there's nothing to be afraid of. Bears seldom come down on the benchlands now, and there are no hoboes worse than I am."
"Afraid, is ut?" Mrs. Foley snorted. "An' wud I that has lived wid four men be afraid iv a bear? I am not even afeard iv a mouse. Anyways, for bears an' bos they's a dog."
"I thought I heard him whining when I came to the front door."