She put the crock down and came close to him and took hold of his arm. "What ails you?" she said again, peering up into his face and smiling at him.
He looked at her with sulky eyes. "You're making fun of me," he said.
She shook his arm and pushed him. "G'long with you!" she said. "A big lump of a fella like you, actin' the chile!..." She picked up the crock and handed it to him. "Here," she said, "carry that into the house, will you, an' ask me aunt Kate to give you the full of it with yella male, an' then hurry back. I'll be up in the hayloft," she added, moving off.
3
He laid the crock of yellow meal down on a wooden box in the barn, and then climbed up the ladder to the hayloft.
"Wheesht," she said, holding up her hand. "There's a hen sittin' here, an' I don't want her disturbed!" He climbed into the loft as quietly as he could. "They'll soon be out now," she went on, "the lovely wee things!... What did you come here for, the day?"
"To see you!" he answered.
"Then that was a lie about comin' to see my Uncle Matt?"
He nodded his head.
"I thought as much. Sit down here by the side of me!"