"I reckon she's waiting for him yet, but I doubt she'll wait till the Judgment, and after that!"
"She was always a sticker, was May...." He swung round, cheerful again, though lacking the ecstasy with which he had come in. "Sweet on Geordie, was she? Well, I guess a live dog's better than a dead lion! I'll hop across for a chin."
"You'll loss yourself, crossing t'sand."
"I've crossed it every night in my dreams!" He came back to her, with his face tender again, the thin flame of the candle showing his pleasant eyes and kindly lips. "Say, though!" he added anxiously. "I can come back?"
"Best bide at t' 'Ship.'"
"But I'd a deal rather sleep here!"
"Well, you wain't, and that's flat!"
"There's Geordie's bed, ain't there?" he urged her, in pleading tones. "I'll lay you've kept it fixed for him all along!"
"Ay,--for Geordie!" said Geordie's mother, setting her mouth.
"Couldn't you kinder think I was Geordie once in a while?"