'You'll make sure that she comes down, Teen?' said Gladys, when they were outside the door. 'Poor thing, she looks dreadfully ill and unhappy. Where do you think she has been?'
Teen mournfully shook her head, and her large eyes filled with tears.
'I'll no' let her away,' she answered firmly. 'If she'll no' come doon to Bourhill, I'll see that she disna gang onywhere else withoot me.'
'You are a faithful friend,' said Gladys quickly. 'Has she—has she seen her brother?'
Teen wondered somewhat at the hesitation with which the question was asked.
'Ay; he was here yesterday.'
'And what did he say, Teen? Oh, I hope he was very gentle with her.'
'I wasna in a' the time, but I'm sure that kinder he couldna hae been. He wanted her to gang to Colquhoun Street an' bide, but she wadna.'
'Well, I hope she will come to Bourhill, and I think she will. Good-bye.'
'Weel, hae ye gotten me weel discussed?' queried Liz sarcastically, when the little seamstress returned to the kitchen. 'I canna understand that lassie by onybody.'