After all, why should he turn these people out of their home?
A few years (with care) was all the length of days promised to him, and it mattered little where he spent them.

Indeed, so little profitable did leisure seem to him that he cared little when the end came.

Mhor and his delight over a burn of his own, and a garden that grew red puddock-stools, had made up his mind for him.

He would never be the angel with the flaming sword who turned Mhor out of paradise.

He had not known that a boy could be such a pleasant person.