Nex summer if yo doan't send for me, I'll run away, whativer yo may say.

So yo know.' 'Yo're a tormentin thing!' exclaimed David, exasperated, and began savagely to kick stones down the hill.

Then, recovering himself, he came and sat down beside her again.
'I doan't want to get shut on yo, Louie.

But yo won't understand nothin.' He stopped, and began to bite at a stalk of heather, by way of helping himself.

His mind was full of vague and yet urgent thoughts as to what became of girls in large towns with no one to look after them, things he had heard said at the public-house, things he had read.