My poor man, will ye no be better on my back ?" "O, Alan," says I, "and me a good twelve inches taller ?" "Ye're no such a thing," cried Alan, with a start.

"There may be a trifling matter of an inch or two; I'm no saying I'm just exactly what ye would call a tall man, whatever; and I dare say," he added, his voice tailing off in a laughable manner, "now when I come to think of it, I dare say ye'll be just about right.

Ay, it'll be a foot, or near hand; or may be even mair!" It was sweet and laughable to hear Alan eat his words up in the fear of some fresh quarrel.

I could have laughed, had not my stitch caught me so hard; but if I had laughed, I think I must have wept too.
"Alan," cried I, "what makes ye so good to me?
What makes ye care for such a thankless fellow ?" "'Deed, and I don't, know" said Alan.

"For just precisely what I thought I liked about ye, was that ye never quarrelled:--and now I like ye better!".