“You have felt like that, Jem?” cried Don, eagerly.
“Yes, often, my lad.”
“Then let’s go, Jem. Nobody cares for us here. Let’s go right away to one of the beautiful foreign countries Mike told me about, and begin a new life.”
“Shall us, Mas’ Don?”
“Yes; why not? Get a passage in some ship, and stop where we like. He has told me of dozens of places that must be glorious.”
“Then we won’t go,” said Jem, decidedly. “If Mike Bannock says they’re fine spots, don’t you believe him; they’re bad ’uns.”
“Then let’s go and select a place for ourselves,” cried Don.
“Lor! I do wonder at you, Mas’ Don, wantin’ to leave such a mother as you’ve got, and asking me to leave my wife. Why, what would they do?”
“I don’t know,” said Don, sadly. “They care very little for us now. You can do as you like; I shall go.”
“Nay, nay, you won’t, my lad.”