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Come into the garden I can't talk on these steps, right on top of a gravel walk with a distant vista of three gardeners and a cartful of sand." "I must say," said Miss MacNish, "that this is the suddenest thing that ever happened to me." "But you said you believed in love at first sight," McTavish explained.
"I would say," said Traquair, "that she was the daughter of a grand family that had fallen from their high estate. I would say, 'Charge, nephew, charge!" "Do you mean it!" exclaimed McTavish. "There's no more lovely lass in the United Kingdom," said Traquair, "than Miss Miss " "MacNish," McTavish helped him; "and she would be mistress where she had been servant. That's a curious twist of fate."
"She loved it, McTavish. It pleased her to come here with me; she'd make up a lunch of her own cooking and I would catch trout in the stream by the dogwoods yonder and fry the fish for her.
Traquair," he said, "I'm young and a stranger. I wish you could find it in your heart to be an uncle to me." Traquair accepted a cigarette and sat down, first assuring himself that the stone steps were dry. "If I were your nephew," said McTavish, "and came to you all out of breath, and told you that I wished to marry Miss McTavish's housekeeper, what would you say?"
He kept down, followed through and forebore, against all human instinct, to press the ball. By the end of Newbern's golfing season he was able to do almost unerringly what so many of Newbern's better sort did erratically and at intervals. And the talk of John Knox McTavish about the wealth accruing to alert caddies had proved to be not all fanciful.
In the fading light of seven o'clock on that fair summer's evening John McTavish for the hundredth time seized the heavy arms of Sharon Whipple and bent them back and up in the right line. Then Sharon did the thing faithfully in his own way, which was still, after an hour's trial, not the way of John McTavish. "Mon, what have I told ye?" expostulated John. He had quit calling Sharon Sir-r-r.
Janet, who had never allowed her charge to discover the means she employed for obtaining their support, told him to set his mind at rest about his outfit, which it had naturally occurred to him he should have a difficulty in obtaining. She at once went to Mr McTavish, who had continued her firm friend. "An excellent opening for the lad," he answered.
The feuds of the two branches of the Montreal Fur traders the Old Northwest and the New Northwest which were apparently healed in the year after the Colonization of Prince Edward Island, were not ended between the two factions of the united company led by McTavish called the Premier on the one hand and Sir Alexander Mackenzie on the other.
Surely she wouldn't refuse to see me on such a matter." "You can never tell," Mrs. Nevis said. "She's a woman that won't bear forcing." He looked at her for the first time in some minutes. "Why," said he, "you're ill; you're white as a sheet!" "It's the long walk uphill. It takes me in the heart, somehow." "I'm sorry," said McTavish simply. "I'm mighty sorry. It's all my fault."
I'll advance you two months' salary for well, you'll need a lot of clothes and things in Sequoia that you don't need here. And I'm glad I've managed to settle the McTavish hash without kicking up a row and hurting your feelings. Poor old Mac! I'm sorry I can't bear with him, but we simply have to have the logs, you know."
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