“You are comfortable at least,” remarked McGowan.
“I faals so jist at praisent. I haven’t got exactly, sot to ’em but I s’pose I will pretty soon.”
“You remain with us, I hope.”
“I hopes the same; I s’pose you’re bound for the settlement down the river?”
“Yes.”
“I have an appointment to meet Simon Kenton there, so if yees doesn’t object to my company, I’ll jine yees.”
“With all pleasure. The sight of a white face in these parts does us good.”
Teddy laughed heartily.
“It’s meseelf that doesn’t lay claim to being the same. When I had to dodge me head to give the redskins the slip, it was the first washing I had given my face since this saison set in—that’s the fact the first time since this saison set in.”
Ruth McGowan’s horror was unbounded, until her lover reminded her that this was the first day of summer, so that Teddy perhaps was as tidy as the generality of humanity.