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Clair spoke to Ranald of his father and his uncle in words of highest appreciation, and as Ranald listened, the reckless and hard look which had been gathering ever since his meeting with Maimie passed away, and his face became earnest and touched with a tender pride. "I hear about you frequently from my sister, Mr. Macdonald or shall I say Ranald?" said Mr. St. Clair, kindly.
"Tell him what?" said Maimie, smiling. "Just what you mean to do." "I wish you would tell me that." "Now I tell you, Maimie," said Kate, "if you go on with Ranald so any longer I will just tell him you are playing with him." "Do," said Maimie, scornfully, "and be careful to make clear to him at the same time that you are speaking solely in his interest!"
But Maimie was not quite sure how she should like that. "You are just your Aunt Frank over again," said Harry, in a disgusted tone; "clothes and people!" Maimie was almost in tears. "I think you are both very unkind. You know Ranald won't enjoy it. He will be quite miserable, and they'll just laugh at him!" "Well, they'd better laugh at him when he isn't observing," said Harry.
'Never, never! she answered with conviction, 'he would have been afraid. 'What is afraid? asked Peter longingly. He thought it must be some splendid thing. 'I do wish you would teach me how to be afraid, Maimie, he said. 'I believe no one could teach that to you, she answered adoringly, but Peter thought she meant that he was stupid. It quite irritated her.
"It was nothing don't, Maimie, don't!" and pulls the sheet over his head. "It is coming nearer!" she cries; "Oh, look at it, Tony! It is feeling your bed with its horns it is boring for you, oh, Tony, oh!" and she desists not until he rushes downstairs in his combinations, screeching.
Never, Tony felt, could he hope for a better chance. He had to feel this, for Maimie so plainly felt it for him. Her eager eyes asked the question, "Is it to-day?" and he gasped and then nodded. Maimie slipped her hand into Tony's, and hers was hot, but his was cold. She did a very kind thing; she took off her scarf and gave it to him! "In case you should feel cold," she whispered.
"I am not used to that," he said, "and I can only reply as we used to in school, 'You, too." "Oh, now you flatter me," cried Maimie, gayly; "but let me introduce you to my dear friend, Lady Mary Rivers. Lady Mary, this is Mr. Macdonald from British Columbia, you know." "Oh, yes," said Lady Mary, with a look of intelligence in her beautiful dark eyes, "I have heard a great deal about you.
He has been too late several times, and when he sees he is too late he runs back to the Thrush's Nest for his paddle, of which Maimie had told him the true use, and he digs a grave for the child and erects a little tombstone, and carves the poor thing's initials on it.
"Build a house round her," they cried, and at once everybody perceived that this was the thing to do; in a moment a hundred fairy sawyers were among the branches, architects were running round Maimie, measuring her; a bricklayer's yard sprang up at her feet, seventy-five masons rushed up with the foundation stone and the Queen laid it, overseers were appointed to keep the boys off, scaffoldings were run up, the whole place rang with hammers and chisels and turning lathes, and by this time the roof was on and the glaziers were putting in the windows.
Let me see, you opposed separation; saved the Dominion, in short." "Did I, really?" said Ranald, "and never knew it." "You see, he is not only famous but modest," said Maimie; "but that is an old characteristic of his. I knew Mr. Macdonald a very long time ago." "Very," said Ranald. "When we were quite young." "Very young," replied Ranald, with great emphasis.
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