She was getting anxious and excited.
“Bees are well enough in their way,” said Mrs McDonald. “And some of the neighbours were saying they would gather one to help me with the wool. But, John, man, if you could do this for the widow Macivor, I would far rather let Shenac do the wool.”
“I would do it well,” said Shenac. “I would begin to-morrow.”
“But if you were to do the wool, and then something was to happen that I could not plough or sow the field, what then?” asked John gravely.
Shenac looked at him, but said nothing.
“What could happen, John, man?” said his wife.
“We could have it written down, however,” said John, “and that would keep us to our bargain. Should we have it written down, Shenac?”
“If you like,” said Shenac gravely; “but there is no need. I would begin the wool to-morrow, and do it as soon as I could.”
“Oh ay, oh ay! but you might need the bit of writing to bind me, Shenac, my wise woman. I might slip out of it when the wool was done.”
“John, man!” remonstrated his wife.