WASHINGTON.
(toasting bread and bacon).
The wilderness must be rough-seeming to you.
RED ROWAN
I'm well-used to deep forests and long, hard journeys, for the love of a trail is in my blood. My grandfather was a gentleman rover, and my father a frontiersman, and my mother was—a gipsy.
WASHINGTON.
(surprised).
A gipsy?
RED ROWAN
(nodding).
Aye, but she died when I was little, and lies buried oversea. 'Tis ten years now since my father came from England, and brought me with him.
WASHINGTON.
You have known little of a roof, then.