“Oh! I am glad,” I cried.
He looked up at me sidewise, and drove his spade in again.
“No, you ain’t,” he said gruffly.
“Indeed I am, Ike,” I cried, “though you wouldn’t say good-bye.”
“Now—now—now—now!” he cried; “don’t go on that how.”
“Did you come this morning?” I said.
“Been here ’most a week.”
“And I didn’t know! But why did you leave Mr Brownsmith?”
“I left Old Brownsmith because I wanted to leave him.”
“Did you have a quarrel, Ike?”