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Updated: May 17, 2025


She felt that she was listening to words that, if mysterious, were to be pondered in silence. "You know the poor thing whose husband is always tipsy drunken Job they call him that you've seen listening to Mr. Cameron? and that weakly Mr. McNider, with the little boy?" "Yes," assented Winifred.

Miss Martha had been set right as to her age and her place in the world of Gershom, and he had answered many questions with regard to her. He had answered questions about other people too about John McNider, and the Flemings and Miss Betsey, and there might come a little letter to one of them some day.

"Well, if you ask me what I think, Principal but, mind, I haven't a word of proof of it I think he's gone up the mountain, and that he's not gone there alone." "What do you mean?" "I mean that I think drunken Job's wife, and old McNider, and some more of the Second Advent folks, will go with him, expecting to be caught up." "Impossible!" cried Trenholme, vehemently.

And it was good to see how he and Mr Maxwell were shaking hands, and all the rest of the people on the stand crowding round to have their turn. Indeed, it seemed to be a general business, for Mr Burnet was shaking hands with Mr Maxwell, and so was the old squire, and John McNider clambered up on the stand on purpose to do the same thing, and so did several other people.

Old McNider and his little boy walked behind the women. Robert, limping as he went, lifted the sleepy child in his arms and joined himself to the company. They went under the dripping trees, down, down the dark, slippery path. The white robes hardly glimmered in the darkness.

Happily, he kept his opinions of men and things very much to himself in these first days, and scandalised no one by declaring Peter Longley to be a genius, or John McNider to be a hero, or by taking the part of poor Mark Varney, as one more sinned against than sinning. He owed his reputation for wisdom in these first months quite as much to his silence as to his speech.

I daresay your friends Ben, and Sam and Jim Scott saw nothing ridiculous about it till you made them see it. And the master was there, and John McNider " "But the master didna bide long; and as for John if you give him a chance to make a speech, that is all he needs " "Whisht, Davie lad, and take the good of things. It is a good cause anyway."

He dropped now and then into the workshop of Samuel Green, the carpenter, and exchanged a word with John McNider as he passed his forge, where he afterward often stopped to have a talk.

You should have heard John McNider `moving, and Sam Green `seconding, and Jim Scott `suggesting, and every one of them believing that he was doing it out of his own head. It is a good thing that Clif thinks Gershom too small a place for him. He'd play the old squire in a new way.

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