don't drive us out—but we are just as much in the way."
"I know," said Robin, "if it wasn't for you, Meg, I should run away."
"Where?" said Meg.
"Somewhere," said Robin, setting his jaw; "I'd find a place."
"If it wasn't for you," said Meg, "I should be so lonely that I should walk into the river. I wouldn't stand it."
It is worth noticing that she did not say, "I could not stand it."
But after the day they found the Straw Parlour they had an abiding-place. It was Meg who pre-empted it before she had been on the top of the stack five minutes. After she had stumbled around for a while looking about her, she stopped short and looked down into the barn.
"Robin," she said, "this is another world. We are miles and miles away from Aunt Matilda. Let us make this into our home—just yours and mine, and live here."
"We are in nobody's way—nobody will ever know where we are," said Robin; "nobody ever asks, you know. Meg, it will be just like our own. We will live here."
