“If you are here! What do you mean?”
“I am going away,” I replied, watching her narrowly to see if she cared, for I was very hungry for love.
“Going to run away becauses mother is always scolding you?”
“No, you little silly! I’m going up to Caddagat to live with grannie.”
“Always?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Honour bright?”
“Yes; really and truly and honour bright.”