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A very dismal change it seemed to them all, on the first morning when their brothers left them alone. Home! Could it ever seem like home to them? Think of the dwellers among the breezy hills of Merleville shut up in a narrow brick house in a close city street.
He was the same Norman; perhaps a little graver than he used to be in the old times, but in all things true, and frank, and earnest, as the Merleville school-boy had been. How they lived over those old times! There was sadness in the pleasure, for Norman had never seen the two graves in that quiet church-yard; and the names of the dead were spoken softly.
"Mis' Nasmyth, I ain't a professor. I'm one of the world's people Deacon Fish tells about." Janet looked grave. "Come now, Mis' Nasmyth, you don't mean to say you thought I was one of the good ones?" "You ought to be," said she, gravely. "Well, yes, I suppose I ought to. But after all, I guess there ain't a great sight of difference between folks, leastways, between Merleville folks.
They had a fire and an early tea, and then, sitting in the firelight, they had a gossip, too; about many different things. Janet told them more than she had ever told them before, of how she had "wearied for them" when they first left Merleville, and by and by Rose said, "But that was all over when Sandy came." "It was over before that, for his coming was long delayed, as you'll mind yourselves.
The inconsistency of talking about pasturage and tillage, nutting and squirrel-hunting in the populous place which they imagined Merleville to be, did not strike them. This was literally their first glimpse of Merleville, for the rain had kept them within doors, and the mist had hidden all things the day before and now they looked a little anxiously for the city they had pictured to themselves.
It is not so much that we do not reach so high a standard, as that we have a different standard of excellence one that your education, habits, and prepossessions as a people, do not prepare you to appreciate us." "Well," said Mr Elliott, as his friend paused. "Oh! I have little more to say, except, that what is generally the experience of your countrymen will probably be yours in Merleville.
Then there came a knock at the door, and Graeme opened it to Mr Greenleaf. If she was not glad to see him, her looks belied her. He did not seem to doubt a welcome from her, or her father either, as he came in. What the charm was, that beguiled Mr Greenleaf into spending so many hours in the minister's study, the good people of Merleville found it difficult to say.
"Don't be planning any extravagance, you two, on the strength of `Grove & Stone. You know any superfluous wealth we may have, is already appropriated," said Graeme. "To the Merleville visit. But this is not at all an extravagance, is it, Arthur?" said Rose. "That depends . I am afraid Graeme is the best judge. But we won't tell her to-night. We must break the matter to her gently," said Arthur.
"Miss Graeme might take him down to the village to Mr Greenleaf's and young Mr Merle's, if she likes; but, as to letting him see Merleville, I think the thing that is of most importance is, that all Merleville should see him." "There is something in that. I don't suppose Merleville is any more to him than any other place, except that Harry and the rest had their home here, for a spell.
For Harry had a good story about "Uncle Sampson" ready for all occasions, and there was no end to the shrewd remarks and scraps of worldly wisdom that he used to quote from his lips. But Harry's acquaintance had been confined to the first years of their Merleville life, and Mr Snow had changed much since then. He saw all things in a new light. Wisdom and folly had changed their aspect to him.
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