“And when did you make up your mind to build your house?”
“That day when I saw you, when we were on the road here, and you were riding with Jeanie in the wagon. It was four months ago.”
“You’ll be telling another tale four years from now. I’m too young; fifteen isn’t old enough to make any promises.”
“It’s as old as my mother was.”
“Maybe, but what is one man’s meat is another man’s poison.”
“Am I poison?”
“No; but that isn’t what I mean. Oh, no more nonsense, Archie, or I shall have to stay away from the housewarming, and that I do not want to do.”
They were within sight of the M’Clean cabin, and Agnes ran on ahead, but, seeing Jeanie standing there, she ran back to Archie. “Don’t tell any one,” she said.
“Tell what? About the wolf?”
“No, about—about what you said.”