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Updated: May 7, 2025
The cloud fell again, however, when they came to the turn of the road that took them to Mary Matheson's. "I have to go down to the McDonalds', Shenac. Just go on, and I will follow you in two or three minutes." "To the McDonalds'!" repeated Shenac Dhu. "Not to John Firinn's surely? What in all the world can you have to do with him? You had better take me with you, Shenac.
He said the same to his wife, as together they watched her running down the road to meet Shenac Dhu. "What in the world kept you so long?" asked her cousin. "Have you been hearkening to one of John Firinn's stories? Better not tell it again. What made you bide so long?" "Do you know how ill the wife has been?" asked Shenac Bhan.
"Oh, I'm very thankful," said Shenac, dropping a mocking courtesy to Dan. "But I'm not half so thankful for their help as I am for the chance to spin John Firinn's wool. And Dan can tell the Camerons what he likes. I'm not caring; only don't let us hear any more of their bees and their prophecies." Lightly as Shenac spoke of the spinning of the wool, it was no light work to do.
"But, Shenac," said Hamish gravely, "does our mother know? I am sure she will think you have enough to do at home, without going to spin at John Firinn's." "I should not go there, of course; they must let me bring the wool home. And there's no use in telling my mother till I see whether they'll agree. It would only vex her. And, Hamish, it's all nonsense about my having too much to do.
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