THE REVIVAL
"Isn't she!" cried Harry, enthusiastically. "And such a flyer! Get in, auntie, and see."
"Do," said Ranald; "I would be very glad. Just to the church hill and back."
"Go, auntie," pleaded Harry. "She is wonderful."
"You go, Maimie," said her aunt, to whom every offered pleasure simply furnished an opportunity of thought for others.
"Nonsense!" cried Harry, impatiently. "You might gratify yourself a little for once in your life. Besides," he added, with true brotherly blindness, "it's you Ranald wants. At least he talks enough about you."
"Yes, auntie, do go! It will be lovely," chimed in Maimie, with suspicious heartiness.
So, with many protestations, Mrs. Murray took her place beside Ranald and was whirled off like the wind. She returned in a very few minutes, her hair blown loose till the little curls hung about her glowing face and her eyes shining with excitement.
"Oh, she is perfectly splendid!" she exclaimed. "And so gentle. You must go, Maimie, if only to the gate." And Maimie went, but not to turn at even the church hill.
For a mile down the concession road Ranald let Lisette jog at an easy pace while he told Maimie some of his aims and hopes. He did not mean to be a farmer nor a lumberman. He was going to the city, and there make his fortune. He did not say it in words, but his tone, his manner, everything about
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