"Now, Grannie, that's all nonsense, you know," said the young man.
"No it aint, my lad, no it aint. You've just got to obey me, David, in this matter. I know what I know, and I won't be gainsaid."
Grannie had suddenly put on her commanding air.
"I am on a visit with right decent folks—people well-to-do in the world, wot keep up everything in fine style—and ef they have fads about relations comin' round their visitors, why shouldn't they? Anyhow, I am bound to respect 'em. You can't go home with me, Dave, but you shall see me to the 'bus, ef you like."
"Well," said Dave, a suspicious, troubled look creeping up into his face, "that's all very fine, but I wish you wouldn't make a mystery of where you are staying, dear Grannie."
"I don't want to," said Grannie. "It's all Mr. Williams. He has been real kind to me and mine, and ef he wants to keep to himself what his friends are doing for me, why shouldn't I obleege him?"
"Why not, indeed?" said Alison. "But are you sure you are really comfortable, Grannie?"
"And why shouldn't I be comfortable, child? I don't look uncomfortable, do I?"
"No, not really, but somehow——"
"Yes, I know what you mean," interrupted David.