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Lauchie McKitterick advertised him at every station along the line, and when the doctor wanted to go anywhere on the train Davy Munn needed only to brandish his mother's sunbonnet from the window of the stable loft, and the Lakeview and Simcoe express stopped just below his back gate. He was soon so busy that Granny Long had to give up her afternoon nap to keep track of his swift movements.
"Mrs. McKitterick knit them, and if they take first prize they are to be given to you." "It was too bad to tell," said Elsie. "No, it wasn't!" cried her brother. "They're to be presented to him at Christmas, and he'll need three months to get resigned. Come along and see them." As they threaded their way toward the hall Malcolm glanced at the other young man significantly. Gilbert understood.
He did not worry long over the strange man and his stranger accusation, for his fortune took a sudden happy turn. Down on the Lake Simcoe road, about a couple of miles below the village, lived old Mrs. McKitterick, the mother of Conductor Lauchie.
"Hush, Malcolm!" cried his sister. "Mrs. McKitterick wanted it kept a secret." "Great Caesar! Would you let a pair of shackles like that be sprung on an innocent man without a moment's warning?" "What's this?" asked Gilbert, in the alarm that the name of old Mrs. McKitterick always raised in his breast. "What's going to happen now?" "It's only a pair of mittens, Dr. Allen," said Miss Marjorie.
McKitterick praised him for the wonderful care he was taking of them. She was better, quite herself again, but she warned him to be back in less than a week, for how could she get on without him? He had not the heart to tell her that he would not likely be with her much longer. He had to wait for a cup of tea, and by the time he had made another call it was getting late.
On the last night of December he drove down the Lake Simcoe road to pay a farewell visit to Mrs. McKitterick. Harwood had arrived the day before, and the next morning Gilbert was to take the early train for Toronto. Lauchie had promised to wait at the back lane for him, and Davy had shoveled a path down to the railroad track. Gilbert wore his first-prize mittens under his fur gauntlets, and Mrs.
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