“I will not. I will believe only you. But before I go tell me—can I do anything for you?”
“Nay, bairn. Nothing, bless ’ee.”
“Where do you live?”
“In the old hut—the hut outside the south wall, open to the lane.”
“I can find it. May I come to see you there?”
“Ay, ay, bairn. Bless ’ee for the kind thought. Come when thou like, but dinna bring ony other with ’ee. Na other might hear me sa kind and mind me sa well as ye do.”
“Do you—are you—have you—will you——”
Wynnette hesitated and blushed.
“Speak out, bairn. Dinna be feared. Speak out.”
“Then—will you have—a good breakfast ready for you when you go home?” hesitatingly inquired practical Wynnette.