"
"Guid nicht then, Mysie. I thocht may be ye'd be vexed, seem' that
Dickie Tamson can torment you as muckle as he likes now." And so he
went home feeling that Mysie didn't care much.
But Mysie had a sore heart that night. She knew only too well that Dick
Tamson would torment her, and would be egged on by the other women to
kiss and tease her, and they would laugh at it all. Robert had always
been her champion, and kept Dick, who was a mischievous boy, at a
distance. She was sorry that Robert was going down the pit, and it
seemed to her that she'd rather go to service now. The harsh clamor and
the dirty disagreeable work were bearable before, but it would not be
the same with Robert away. She knew that she would miss him very much.
She thought long of it when she lay down in her bed that night. He had
no right to think that she was not vexed, and she cried quietly beneath
the blankets.
"Here's Mysie greetin'," cried her little brother, who lay beside her.
"Mither, Mysie's greetin'."
"What's wrang wi' her?" called the mother anxiously from the other bed.
"I dinna' ken," answered the boy, "she'll no' tell me."
"What is't that's wrang with you, Mysie?" again called the mother more
sharply.
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