Now tell me where you are going." The boy looked at her as if she had started a new idea in his mind, and then said, "I do not know." "And what are you going to do, Ranald ?" "Work.

There is plenty to do.

No fear of that." "But your father, Ranald ?" The boy was silent for a little, and then said, "He will soon be well, and he will not be needing me, and he said I could go." His voice broke with the remembrance of the parting with his father.
"And why are you going, Ranald ?" she said, looking into his eyes.
Again the boy stood silent.
"Why do you go away from your home and your father, and--and--all of us who love you ?" "Indeed, there is no one," he replied, bitterly; "and I am not for decent people.

I am not for decent people.

I know that well enough.
There is no one that will care much." "No one, Ranald ?" she asked, sadly.