“Hush! Don’t make such a row, or they’ll hear you.”
“Who is it—Pan?”
“Yes, Master Syd.”
“Where are you?”
“Sittin’ straddlin’ on this here big bough.”
“You’ve come back then, sir. Your father thought you had run away,” said Syd sternly.
“So I have; and I arn’t come back, on’y to see you, Master Syd.”
“Come down, then. What are you doing up that tree?”
“On’y waiting to talk to you.”
“But your father says he is going to rope’s-end you for running away.”