“Oh—the lad! I should. Yes—he’d be better here than up yonder.”
“Ah, yes—ever so much. It is good of you,” said Lettie.
“Oh, he’ll make no difference,” said the father.
“Not a bit,” added George.
“What about his mother!” asked Lettie.
“I’ll call and tell her in the morning,” said George.
“Yes,” she said, “call and tell her.”
Then she put on her things to go. He also put on his cap.
“Are you coming a little way, Emily?” I asked.
She ran, laughing, with bright eyes as we went out into the darkness.