THE MAN FROM GLENGARRY
"Ah, thanks, no doubt that's it. Miss Kate, how do you feel?"
"I," said Kate, waking suddenly, "thank you, quite happy."
"Happy," sighed De Lacy. "Ah, fortunate young man!"
"Great chap, that," cried Harry, coming back from seeing Ranald to the door.
"Very," said De Lacy, so emphatically that every one laughed.
"Some one really ought to dress him, though," suggested Mr. Sims, with a slight sneer.
"Why?" said Kate, quietly, facing him.
"Oh, well, you know, Miss Raymond," stammered Mr. Sims, "that sort of attire, you know, is hardly the thing for the drawing-room, you know."
"He is a shantyman," said Maimie, apologetically, "and they all dress like that. I don't suppose that he has any other clothes with him."
"Oh, of course," assented Mr. Sims, retreating before this double attack.
"Besides," continued Kate, "it is good taste to dress in the garb of your profession, isn't it, Lieutenant De Lacy?"
"Oh, come now, Miss Kate, that's all right," said the lieutenant, "but you must draw the line somewhere, you know. Those colors now you must confess are a little startling."
"You didn't mind the colors when he saved you the other day from that awful mob!"
"One for you, De Lacy," cried Harry.
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