"I'd take shame to myself. Have ye heard the fine doin's? No?"
"What doings?"
"The lad's back from foreign parts, Miss Amy's uncle. He's the one has donkeys in his pocket. Heard ye ever o' him?"
"Where's he at?"
"Faith, I d' know. Belike he's after takin' a stroll about, meetin' old friends. What for no? Come on an' help me get a fine dinner out o' scraps."
"Suppose he'd give me one?"
"Never a doubt I doubt, he'll give ye all ye deserve. Come by. There's kindlin' to split an' praties to peel, an'—Whist! What's that I hear?"
Fayette's curiosity was very strong. It had led him into trouble more than once. It now induced him to open the door and peep through.
"What's that, Cleena? Anything happenin'?"