"_You_ keep me.

I am not afraid with you." "And have no cause, my little friend!" cried I, and could have found it in my heart to weep.
"Where will you be taking me ?" she said again.

"Don't leave me at all events, never leave me." "Where am I taking you indeed ?" says I stopping, for I had been staving on ahead in mere blindness.

"I must stop and think.

But I'll not leave you, Catriona; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if I should fail or fash you." She crept closer in to me by way of a reply.
"Here," I said, "is the stillest place that we have hit on yet in this busy byke of a city.