I could not talk to them and seeing my trouble, they went on, Sally waving her hand to me as they turned the corner below.

I felt ashamed of myself.

Suddenly I heard the door open behind me and the voice of Mr.Hacket: "Bart," he called, "I've a friend here who has something to say to you.
Come in." I turned and went into the house.
"Away with sadness--laddie buck!" he exclaimed as he took his violin from its case while I sat wiping my eyes.

"Away with sadness! She often raps at my door, and while I try not to be rude, I always pretend to be very busy.

Just a light word o' recognition by way o' common politeness! Then laugh, if ye can an' do it quickly, lad, an' she will pass on." The last words were spoken in a whisper, with one hand on my breast.
He tuned the strings and played the _Fisher's Hornpipe_.