“Yes, sir.”
“Now, master, you may go when you like,” said the smith to Colin. “We’ve nothing here you can eat, I am sorry to say.”
“Oh, I don’t mind that. I’m not very hungry. But the old woman with the spindle said I was to work three days without dreaming.”
“Well, you haven’t been dreaming—have you?”
And the smith looked quite furious as he put the question, lifting his forehammer as if he would serve Colin like Slobberkin.
“No, that I haven’t,” answered Colin. “You took good care of that, sir.”
The smith actually smiled.
“Then go along,” he said. “It is all right.”
“But I’ve only worked—”
“Three whole days and nights,” interrupted the smith. “Get along with you. The boys will bother you if you don’t Here’s your spade and here’s your bottle.”