“No, no, not dead. He has got a better living in the city.”
“Yes?”
“Yes, and I went to see them. The Misses Grant keep every letter ever you wrote them, and they do long, I can tell you, for the return of the wanderer.”
“Bless their dear hearts!”
“I went over to the wee village by the sea and saw Duncan Reed.”
“Is he changed?”
“Not in the very least. Looks hardier than ever.”
“And your father and mother you have already said are well?”
“Yes, but father doesn’t like town life. How he would love the old days to come back again; how he would love to rove once again over the hills gun on shoulder and dog at his heel!”
“He is not very old; he may yet have his wish.”