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Rh "The only thing is to run away," Roy announced when they had wandered out again. So they planned how it should be, sitting together on the wild moor-side, deaf to the lonely, sad cry of the curlew and the hum of the bees over the beautiful purple heather-bloom and the golden gorse, blind to the loveliness of the blue summer sky, and the wealth of splendid color all about them.

Willie did not take the opposite side, after his usual mode; he was convinced that Roy and Uncle Robert would never be able to live in the same house, and he would not stay where Roy could not. The hearts of the boys were hot with resentment at their mother's brother; the unloving brother who never spoke of her, and who seemed to care nothing for the children she had loved so well. Poor Mr. McAllister! It would have grieved him much if he had known how "Annie's lads" felt towards him. At the very time when