"Oo couldn't knock him down," said Bruno. "He's more wider than he's high: so, when he's lying down, he's more higher than when he's standing: so a-course oo couldn't knock him down!"
"Here's another cottage," I said: "I'll ask the way, this time."
There was no need to go in, this time, as the woman was standing in the doorway, with a baby in her arms, talking to a respectably dressed mana farmer, as I guessedwho seemed to be on his way to the town.
"and when there's drink to be had," he was saying, "'he's just the worst o' the lot, is your Willie. So they tell me. He gets fairly mad wi' it!"
"I'd have given 'em the lie to their faces, a twelvemonth back!" the woman said in a broken voice. "But a' canna noo! A' canna noo!" She checked herself, on catching sight of us, and hastily retreated into the house, shutting the door after her.
"Perhaps you can tell me where Hunter's farm is?" I said to the man, as he turned away from the house.
