Seth laid a big hand on his shoulder.
"Son," said the lightkeeper, "I'm sorry for you; I cal'late I know how you feel.

I like you fust-rate, and if it's a possible thing, I'll fix it so's you can stay right here long's you want to.

As for women folks that do come--why, we'll dodge 'em if we can, and share responsibility if we must.

But there's one thing you've GOT to understand.

You're young, and maybe your woman hate'll wear off.