She answered John's look with a sweet, grave smile, and a slight nod towards the little round table, upon which there was a plate of smoked goose and some oaten cake for his supper.
"I carena to eat a bite, Christine; this is what I want o' thee: the skiff is under the window; step into it, an' do thou go on the bay wi' me an hour." "I havena any mind to go, John.

It is nine by the clock, an' to-morrow the peat is to coil an' the herring to kipper; yes, indeed." "Well an' good.

But here is matter o' mair account than peat an' herring.

Wilt thou come ?" "At the end I ken weel thou wilt hae thy way.

Mother, here is John, an' he is for my going on the bay wi' him." "Then thou go.