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"Angry!" repeated Graeme. "Ask Celestia." "Well, I guess I shouldn't have much chance between Celestia and you. But I said then, and I say now, you'll make a first-rate Yankee girl yourself before seven years." "A Yankee!" repeated her brothers. "A Yankee," echoed Menie. "Hush, Menie. Mr Snow is laughing at us," said Graeme.
Upon the road the idea more than once occurred to him, that even, yet he had better return to Middlemas, and secure his happiness by uniting himself at once to Menie Gray, and to humble competence.
The like o' Norman or Menie might be excused, but you that I thought had some sense and discretion. Your father's waistcoat! Heard anybody ever the like? You may be thankful that you hae somebody that kens the value of good clothes, to take care of you and them " "Oh! I'm thankful as you could wish," said Graeme, laughing.
A lintwhite was flying by them, and they gave chase. Either it's that or she made away with herself! I had a dream that might be read that way, too." When they came to White Farm it was to find there only Jenny and Menie and Merran. "Somebody maun stay to keep the house warm gin the lassie come stumbling hame, cauld and hungry and half doited!
"There are no children at our house," said she. "Poor wee lammie, and you are lonely sometimes," said Graeme. "Yes; when father's gone and mother's sick. Then there's nobody but grandma." "Have you a doll?" asked Menie. "No: I have a kitten, though." "Ah! you must come and play with my doll. She is a perfect beauty, and her name is Flora Macdonald."
While Koolee and Koko and Menie were getting the sledge and dog-team ready, the rest of the women set to work with their queer crooked knives to take off the bear's skin. The moon set, and the sky was red with the colors of the dawn before this was done. At last the meat was cut in pieces and Kesshoo and Koko's father held the dogs while the women heaped it on the sledge. The dogs wanted the meat.
Ended, a decent pause was made, then all took place, Jarvis Barrow and his daughter and granddaughter, Robin Greenlaw, Thomas and Willy, Menie and Merran. The cold meat, the bread, and other food were passed from hand to hand, the ale poured. The Sunday hush, the Sunday voices, continued to hold. Jarvis Barrow would have no laughter and idle clashes at his table on the Lord's day.
On enquiring after that commander's female passengers, he heard a pretty long catalogue of names, in which that he was so much interested in did not occur. On closer enquiry, Capstern recollected that Menie Gray, a young Scotchwoman, had come out under charge of Mrs. Duffer, the master's wife. "A good decent girl," Capstern said, "and kept the mates and guinea-pigs at a respectable distance.
Menie screamed again and again. At the third scream he saw his father straighten up, shade his eyes with his hand, and look out to sea. "Oh," Menie thought. "What if he shouldn't see me!" He shouted louder than ever! He waved his arms! He even pinched the tails of Nip and Tup and made them bark. Then he saw his father wave his hand and dive into the tunnel.
The bustle of pitching a few tents was soon over, and Hartley, solitary and sad, was left to walk under the shade of two or three mango-trees, and looking to the displayed streamers of the Begum's encampment, to reflect that amid these insignia of Mahomedanism Menie Gray remained, destined by a profligate and treacherous lover to the fate of slavery to a heathen tyrant.
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