‘You have wonderful energy,’ returned Rokesmith. ‘You are as young as I am.’
Betty Higden gravely shook her head. ‘I am strong for my time of life, sir, but not young, thank the Lord!’
‘Are you thankful for not being young?’
‘Yes, sir. If I was young, it would all have to be gone through again, and the end would be a weary way off, don’t you see? But never mind me; ’tis concerning Sloppy.’
‘And what about him, Betty?’
‘’Tis just this, sir. It can’t be reasoned out of his head by any powers of mine but what that he can do right by your kind lady and gentleman and do his work for me, both together. Now he can’t. To give himself up to being put in the way of arning a good living and getting on, he must give me up. Well; he won’t.’
‘I respect him for it,’ said Rokesmith.
‘Do ye, sir? I don’t know but what I do myself. Still that don’t make it right to let him have his way. So as he won’t give me up, I’m a-going to give him up.’
‘How, Betty?’
‘I’m a-going to run away from him.’