"He? Coming back again? Why, we can't keep him. We can't even 'keep' ourselves."
"Yet never a doubt I doubt he means to tarry," quoted Amy, laughing at her brother's rueful countenance.
CHAPTER VIII.
NEEDS AND HELPERS.
"Sure, I thought ye had lost yourself or been ate by the rats!" cried Cleena, as Fayette rather timidly peered in at the open kitchen door. "But all rogues is fond o' good atin', so I suppose you've come for your breakfast, eh?"
"No. I've et."
"Must ha' been up with the lark then. No, hold on. Don't go in there. They're master Hallam an' Miss Amy still, an' always will be. They eats by themselves, as the gentry should. If there's ought left when they're done, time enough for you an' me."
"I've had my breakfast, I told you."