A hundred thoughts flew through the boy's mind.

Then he raised his head and caught sight of the great peak of Kinder Low in the distance, beyond the green swells of meadowland,--the heathery slopes running up into its rocky breast,--the black patch on the brown, to the left, which marked the site of the smithy.
'No,' he said decidedly.

'No; I can't say as I am.

I like t' farmin well enough.' And then, boy-like, hating to be talked to about himself, he shook himself free of his uncle and walked away.

Reuben fell to his pipe again with a beaming countenance.
'Louie, my gell,' he said.
'Yes,' said the child, not moving.
'Coom yo heer, Louie.' She unwillingly got down and came up to him.