'Not a word about my dear mother—not a stone thrown at her,' she said in a low tone.
'Well, no ballad-singing. Take heed to yourself. You are wild and careless.'
'Much you think of me! much you care for me!'
'Begone! You are a disgrace to me—your existence is a disgrace. Take a crown and spend it properly. You shall have nothing more from me. As Runham gave you five shillings, it shall not be said that I gave you less.'
He handed her the coin, and with a scowl passed on.
Kainie remained for a moment musing, with lowered eyes. Then she raised her head, shook it, as though to shake off the sadness, the humiliation that had come on her with the words of Drownlands, and hummed—
'Nobody coming to marry me,
Nobody coming to woo.'
'What! Kainie!'
The words were those of a young man, heavy-browed, pale, somewhat gaunt, with long arms.