"Did you manage to get away all right, without anyone knowing?" he
asked, as he felt her trembling hands upon his arm.
"Yes, I think sae," she replied. "I never saw onybody. I jist let on
that I was gaun hame, an' gaed owre the muir, an' got the train. I didna
see onybody that I kent."
"That was right, Mysie," he said. "I was afraid you might decide at the
last moment not to come."
"I did feel awfu' frightened," she confessed, "an' I could fain hae
bidden at hame; but I can never gang hame noo," she added with a slight
tremor in her voice, at the realization of all it meant. "I can never
gang hame noo!" and the tears gathered in her eyes as she spoke.
What a noise, and what a multitude of houses, she thought. She would
never be able to go out and find her way back. She would get lost in all
this noise and hurry and confusion.
"I have taken a little house for you, Mysie," said Peter, in explanation
of his plans. "I have also a woman engaged to help you for a time, to
look after you till you get acquainted with the place; and I'll come
home to you every evening, and spend as much of my time with you as I
can, superintending your lessons.
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