'It's bonnie enough, but oh, it gets stale, Teen, efter a wee. If I were as rich as her I wadna bide here—no' if they paid me to bide!'
'What for no'?'
'Oh, it's that flat. Naething ever happens. Gie me the toon, I say; there's some life there, onyway.'
'I wadna care if I never saw the toon again,' said Teen gravely, for her friend's words troubled her.
'Hoo lang d'ye mean to bide here, Teen?' queried Liz presently. 'It'll be a fortnicht the morn since we cam'.'
Teen did not at once reply. She had not dared to count the days, grudging their sweet passing, and it jarred upon her to hear Liz state the exact period, as if it had appeared to her very long.
'This is the nineteenth; it was the twenty-third, wasn't it, that Mrs. Gordon said she was leavin' Glesca?'
'I've forgotten. Yes, I believe it was the twenty-third,' answered Teen listlessly, not being interested in the time.
'My, she'll see a lot, gaun to Ireland wi' a regiment. It's a lively life. I wish I was her.'
Teen turned sharply round, and looked with reproachful eyes into her companion's face.