While Maisie was busy with her views and the early ideas about a house Broon kept glancing at the field and wondering how tough the grass would be to dig in but Maisie's constant commenting and asking for his opinion kept him occupied and he followed her down the hill home with only a hazy idea of the situation.
He was afternoons next day and told Maisie he'd go for the paper.
Maisie looked at him.
'What?'
'Take Ger's camera with you and you can study that field at your leisure,' she told him.
'Ach, I don't ken how it works, Maisie. I'll maybe get her to go up and take some photos for us. I'd better ask Lindsay and make sure he doesnae mind.'
Maisie looked at him again.
'What?'
'And maybe get his son to help?'
'Aye, if he's a mind to,' Broon told her defiently.
'She's going to bring Calum round this week.'
'When I'm at the mine and can't object, I suppose.'
'Now, John, you said if he was coming about, you'd have to be careful. But you meant he could come.'
'I'm away for my paper,' was the best retort Broon could think of.
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