"
"That un will," agreed Tom, "an' 'twould not be wise for un t' be
losin' a good three weeks o' huntin'. Bob's a workin' lad, an' I'm not
thinkin' you'll see he till open water comes."
"Oh," broke in Emily, "an' don't un _really_ think Bob's t' come? I
been wishin' _so_ for un, an' 'twould be grand t' have he come while
Bessie's here."
"Bessie's thinkin' 'twould too," said Tom, who could not let pass an
opportunity to tease his daughter.
They all looked at Bessie, who blushed furiously, but said nothing,
realizing that silence was the best means of diverting her father's
attention from the subject, and preventing his further remarks.
"Well I'll have t' be goin'," said Tom presently, pushing back from
the table.
"Oh, sit down, man, an' bide a bit. There's nothin' t' take un back so
soon. Bide here th' night, can't un?" urged Richard.
"I were sayin' t' Mr. MacDonald as I'd be back t' th' post th' day, so
promisin' I has t' go."
"Aye, an' un promised, though I were hopin' t' have un bide th'
night."
"When'll I be comin' for un, Bessie?" asked Tom.
"Oh, Bessie must be bidin' a _long_ time," plead Emily. "I've been
wishin' t' have she _so_ much. Please be leavin' she a _long_ time."
"Mother'll be needin' me I'm thinkin' in a week," said Bessie, "though
I'd like t' bide longer.
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