I did not know what to say, but Lucy turned the conversation as
she said, rising up, "Oh, why did you tell us of this? It is my
favorite seat, and I cannot leave it, and now I find I must go on
sitting over the grave of a suicide."
"That won't harm ye, my pretty, an' it may make poor Geordie
gladsome to have so trim a lass sittin' on his lap. That won't hurt
ye. Why, I've sat here off an' on for nigh twenty years past, an'
it hasn't done me no harm. Don't ye fash about them as lies under
ye, or that doesn' lie there either! It'll be time for ye to be
getting scart when ye see the tombsteans all run away with, and the
place as bare as a stubble-field. There's the clock, and'I must
gang. My service to ye, ladies!" And off he hobbled.
Lucy and I sat awhile, and it was all so beaut
