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He is the eldest boy in the school, but will only stay for a year, as he has been very well taught by his gifted mother and by Mr Lennox, the father of my sweet little Flower Girls, as I call them. 'Elsie, you are becoming sadly romantic. It runs in the blood. You must be careful. Fancy a big boy of fifteen in a girls' school. 'He's a gentleman and my right hand, said Mrs Macintyre.
So Thyrsis moved one step higher yet up the ladder of success. The younger Macintyre occupied half a block of mansion up on Riverside Drive just across the street from the town-house of Barry Creston's father.
So Hollyhock had her way; and although the girls whispered mysteriously downstairs, and Meg Drummond looked ghastly and miserable, neither Mrs Macintyre nor any of the teachers had the slightest suspicion of what had really occurred.
And on they went for some minutes in what Mrs. Macintyre called "the dear old speech," till Mrs. Macintyre, remembering herself, said to Mandy: "But you do not understand the Gaelic? Well, well, you will forgive us. And to think that in this far land I should find a young lady like this to speak it to me! Do you know, I am forgetting it out here."
She forgot all about the really frightful smack she had given Hollyhock on her rosy cheek. She thought of nothing but her own indignities the indignities committed against an earl's daughter by a common Scots girl. She found Mrs Macintyre in her study. The good lady looked up in amazement when the girl burst in. 'My dear Leucha, whatever is the matter? Why are you not in bed?
MacIntyre of Sutherland you hef seen him last year in Stornoway: he hass three thousand acres of a deer forest in Sutherland and he will be ferry glad to marry my Sheila. But I will say to him, 'It is not for me to say yes or no to you, Mr.
'Writin' letters, I think. Has she said onything to you, Mrs. Macintyre, aboot makin' a Club for lassies in the toon? 'Tammy, said Mrs. Macintyre, 'tak' the wee jug an' rin up to the dairy, an' ask Mrs. Grieve if she'll gie ye a hap'nyworth o' mair cream.
By the time that this had been done, Milsom was back aboard the yacht, having made all his arrangements, including one which was of considerable assistance to Jack and Macintyre.
'Mercy me, miss, is't you? an' me in a perfick potch, she said apologetically. 'No' a corner for ye to step dry on, nor a seat to sit doon on. Could ye no' jist tak' a walk the length o' the auld place or I redd up a wee? 'No, no, Mrs. Macintyre, replied Gladys, with a laugh. 'Never mind, I'll get a seat somewhere.
Hug-o-rin-o, 'Tis thy undoing! Hi-ri-libhin o, Friends of my love, Hi-ri-libhin o, Do not upbraid him; He was leal Hug-o-rin-o, Chance betrayed him." Macleod's breathing came quick and hard. She had not sung the ballad of the brave MacIntyre when formerly he had seen the piece. Did she merely wish him to know, by this arch rendering of the gloomy song, that she was pursuing her Highland studies?
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