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Why, he asked himself had he not told them at once that he was their landlord? A connection! Fool that he was! He would say it now "I only came " "It was very nice of you to come," said Jean soothingly. "But, Mhor, don't worry Mr. Reid. Everybody hasn't your passion for puddock-stools." "But you would like to see them," Mhor assured him.
"Jean," he shouted, oblivious in his excitement of the presence of a stranger "Jean, there are six red puddock-stools at the bottom of the garden bright red puddock-stools." He noticed Mr. Reid and, going up to him and looking earnestly into his face, he repeated, "Six!" "Indeed," said Peter Reid.
"You see, we have a burn in our garden with a little bridge over it; almost no one else has a burn and a bridge of their very own. There are minnows in it and all sorts of things water-beetles, you know. And here are my puddock-stools." When Mr. Reid came back from the garden Mhor had firm hold of his hand and was telling him a long story about a "mavis-bird" that the cat had caught and eaten.
"I'm going to fill a bowl with chucky-stones and moss and stick the puddock-stools among them and make a fairy garden for Jean. And if I can find any more I'll make one for the Honourable; she is very kind about giving me chocolates." They were out of doors by this time, and Mhor was pointing out the glories of the garden.
He had no acquaintance with boys, and felt extremely ill at ease, but Mhor, after studying him for a minute, was seized with a violent fancy for this new friend. "You're going to stay to tea, aren't you? Would you mind coming with me just now to look at the puddock-stools? It might be too dark after tea. Here is your hat." "But I'm not staying to tea," cried the unhappy owner of The Rigs.
Indeed, so little profitable did leisure seem to him that he cared little when the end came. Mhor and his delight over a burn of his own, and a garden that grew red puddock-stools, had made up his mind for him. He would never be the angel with the flaming sword who turned Mhor out of paradise. He had not known that a boy could be such a pleasant person. Peter Reid quite shone through the meal.
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