Meg clasped him close. She felt she had come to her own folk. "Oh Willie, I am glad to see you," she said. Her voice trembled with emotion, as she recognized that this was the first home coming that she had ever had in her life.
Willie tugged her towards a chair and then seated himself on her knee.
"I've two secrets to tell you," he said in a loud whisper. "Would you like to hear them?"
"Ever so much," said Meg with shining eyes.
He threw his arms round her neck, nearly throttling her in his anxiety to whisper right into her ear.
"We're going to have sausages to our dinner," he said, "and mother, she say you're to have it along with us. She's got them for you."
"Oh, how nice!" said Meg, but she was thinking of the sensation of having the child's arms around her, not of the sausages.
"Ain't you fond of sausages? I am, and mother she got 'em on purpose for you. You ain't had 'em I guess where you've been."
"I'm ever so fond of sausages," said Meg.
"It's part of my birthday treat come before the day," continued Willie.