THE MAN FROM GLENGARRY
"The minister's wife and Hughie were here just now," began Ranald.
"Huh-huh, I met them down the road. Hughie said he was coming day after to-morrow."
"Did Mrs. Murray tell you—"
"Tell me what?"
"Did she tell you she would like to see a sugaring-off?"
"No; they didn't stop long enough to tell me anything. Hughie shouted at me as they passed."
"Well," said Ranald, speaking slowly and with difficulty, "she wanted bad to see the sugar-making, and I asked her to come."
"You did, eh? I wonder at you."
"And she wanted to bring her niece, and—and—I let her," said Ranald.
"Her niece! Jee-roo-sa-lem!" cried Don. Do you know who her niece is?"
"Not I," said Ranald, looking rather alarmed.
"Well, she is the daughter of the big lumberman, St. Clair, and she is a great swell."
Ranald stood speechless.
"That does beat all," pursued Don; "and you asked her to our camp?"
Then Ranald grew angry. "And why not?" he said, defiantly. "What is wrong about that?"
"O, nothing much," laughed Don, "if I had done it, but for you, Ranald! Why, what will you do with that swell young lady from the city?"
"I will just do nothing," said Ranald. "There will be you and Mrs. Murray, and—"
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