‘Do you think so?’ said the lad, with wondering eyes. ‘These are not my father’s notions.’
‘Shall I leave you to your work now?’ I asked, rising from the heather on which we were lying.
‘I like to have you to talk to,’ said Alec, half shyly, half frankly. ‘I seldom do get anyone to talk to.’
‘You have your sister,’ I said involuntarily.
‘Margaret is not like me. She has her own thoughts and her own ways; besides, she is a girl. Will you come and see the “Lover’s Leap?” It’s a bonny place.’
‘Where is it?’
‘Only half a mile up the Logan.’
‘You mean the stream that runs through the valley down there?’
‘No; that’s the Nethan. The Logan falls into it about a mile farther up.’
We were descending the knoll as we talked; and on our way we saw a field where the reapers were at work. As we approached, we saw a tall form leave the field and come towards us. It was Alec’s father.