And so good day!" He turned into a path that took him presently out of sight and sound.
"He's a fine one!" said Alexander.

"I like him." "Who is he ?" "White Farm's great-nephew.

Littlefarm was parted from White Farm.
It's over yonder where you see the water shining." "He's free-mannered enough!" "That's you and England! He's got as good a pedigree as any, and a notion of what's a man, besides.

He's been to Glasgow to school, too.
I like folk like that." "I like them as well as you!" said Ian.

"That is, with reservations of them I cannot like.