“Annie, they say that you are imitating a cuckoo; is it so?”
“Aye, sir, for David’s ears.”
“But, Annie, that is acting a lie, is it not?”
“It may be,” replied Annie wearily.
“Wouldn’t it be better if I were to tell David, Annie?”
“Oh, no, no, no!” sobbed Annie. “Not that!”
“Annie, Annie, you mustn’t cry so; there!” and the young man stretched out his hand helplessly.
“Oh, sir, it’s all the happiness David’s got, an’ he is goin’. O my lad, my lad!”
“There, there, Annie!”