“No,” said Gwyn, thoughtfully. “If they’ve told you a crammer at some time, it makes all the difference, and you don’t feel disposed to believe them again. Perhaps it’s all right, and when he’s taken on, he may turn out a very good sort of fellow.”
“Yes; we shall have to chance it. I say, though, Ydoll, we must be more careful for the future about not getting into scrapes together.”
“Won’t matter if we’re not to be companions any more. We can’t get into any, can we?”
“Gammon! They didn’t mean it, I tell you. We’ve only got to mind.”
“And we begin by getting up here, and running the risk of breaking our legs or wings.”
“Well, it was stupid, certainly,” said Joe, thoughtfully. “But then, you see, we were so used to climbing up it that it came quite natural.”
“Father says one has got to think about being a man now, and setting to work to understand the mining.”
“Yes,” said Joe, with a sigh; “that’s what my father said. Seems rather hard to have to give up all our old games and excursions.”
“Then don’t let’s give them up,” said Gwyn, quickly. “They don’t want us to, I know—only to work hard sometimes. There, let’s get down and go and see how they’re getting on at the mine.”
“Shall we?” said Joe, doubtingly.