Kirsty’s laughter blew Steenie’s discomposure away, and he too laughed.
‘Come back hame,’ said Kirsty; ‘I maun get haud o’ a can’le! Yon’s a place maun be seen intil. I never saw, or raither faun’ (felt) the like o’ ’t, for o’ seein there’s nane, or next to nane. There’s room eneuch; ye can see that wi’ yer airms!’
‘What is there room eneuch for?’ asked Steenie.
‘For you and me, and twenty or thirty mair, mebbe—I dinna ken,’ replied Kirsty.
‘I s’ mak ye a present o’ my room intil ’t,’ returned Steenie. ‘I want nane o’ ’t.’
‘I’ll gang doon wi’ the can’le,’ said Kirsty, ‘and see whether ’t be a place for ye. Gien I cry oot, “Ay is’t,” wull ye come?’
‘That I wull, gien ’t war the whaul’s belly!’ replied Steenie.
They set out for the house, and as they walked they talked.
‘I div won’er what the place cud ever hae been for!’ said Kirsty, more to herself than Steenie. ‘It’s bigger nor ony thoucht I had o’ ’t.’
‘What is ’t like, Kirsty?’ inquired Steenie.