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If you will be good enough to accompany me to the laboratory I shall give you a little of the latter." Raffles Haw led the way through the front door, and crossing over the gravelled drive pushed open the outer door of the laboratory the same through which the McIntyres had seen the packages conveyed from the waggon.
"I'll expect you. By-by"; and she walked out of the store with a jaunty air, humming a song about the "iligint, bauld McIntyres." The "blow-out" came off, and was honored with a column in the next issue of the Whistle a column of reeking eulogy. But Keith did not attend, though he heard the wheezing of fiddles and the shouting and stamping of Terpsichore's guests deep into the night.
What they had was fitting. What was fitting but beyond their means these brave home-makers did without, and all things unfitting, however cheap, they scorned. And Shock, though he knew nothing of the genesis and evolution of this home and its furnishings, was sensible of its atmosphere of quiet comfort and refinement. The welcome of the McIntyres was radiant with good cheer and hearty hospitality.
In Robert I have a true friend. Laura also loves me for my own sake. You cannot shake my faith in them. But with you, Mr. McIntyre, I have nothing in common; and it is as well, perhaps, that we should both recognise the fact." He bowed, and was gone ere either of the McIntyres could say a word. "You see!" said Robert at last. "You have done now what you cannot undo!"
McIntyres and Pennies had been recruited from their several schools and supplied afresh with ammunition.
Leaving a handful of lads to prevent the scouts coming out from the Pennies or the McIntyres with information, and driving before him the ammunition train of the enemy, he came round into Breadalbane Street with twenty-five tough fighters raging and fuming for the battle and just in the nick of time.
The McIntyres were expecting them. "We want speak about his mother, dear," said the little woman of the manse, with a warm feeling in her heart for the missionary who had spent a night with them some seven months ago, and had told them so simply and fully of his life, a story of which the heart and soul had been his mother. "It hurts to speak of these things for a while," she added.
"That's all right," said the Convener, "but there are difficulties, none the less. It is a hard country, and sometimes it lays burdens upon us almost greater than we can bear. There are the poor McIntyres, now," he continued. "How did you find them?" "Very well," replied Shock. "But, indeed, I didn't notice much." And then the Convener told him of the story of their great grief.
Of course the lady knew I was an American: she knew it from my hat and from my foreign accent and from the red book I had in my hand. And did I know the McIntyres that lived in Michigan? I evaded the question by asking if she knew the Rossettis who once lived in this house. "Oh, yes; I know Mr. William and Miss Christina.
So it happened that when she was at last shown into the office of the McIntyres, Warren Reyburn who had traveled to Boston on the sleeper of the same train that she had taken the night before, was just arising from an earnest conference with the two men.
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