"You really ought to see Matt, you know.

We can ride back this way if you like.

It's early yet." But the man held his place, and replied shortly, "I tell you I don't want to see anybody, and I am very sure that Young Matt doesn't want to see me, not with you, anyway." Sammy flushed at this, and answered with some warmth, "There is no reason in the world why you should refuse to meet an old friend; but you may do as you please, of course.

Only I am going to the mill." So saying, she started down the valley, and as there was really nothing else for him to do, the man followed.
As they approached the mill, Sammy called for Young Matt, who immediately left his work, and came to them.

The big fellow wore no coat, and his great arms were bare, while his old shirt, patched and faded and patched again, was soiled by engine grease and perspiration.