I want to talk to you.

We did not want you, but now you will have to be in the secret.

Be quick!" Ben Weatherstaff's crabbed old face was still wet with that one queer rush of tears.

It seemed as if he could not take his eyes from thin straight Colin standing on his feet with his head thrown back.
"Eh! lad," he almost whispered.

"Eh! my lad!" And then remembering himself he suddenly touched his hat gardener fashion and said, "Yes, sir! Yes, sir!" and obediently disappeared as he descended the ladder..