"It is a fine place, and we have been
enjoying ourselves immensely."
"But ye haena been up oor way yet! If I'd only kent ye were here I wad hae
had ye up afore this," he repeated.
"Thank you kindly, Mr. McDonald, but we could hardly impose on your
good-nature as far as that."
"Impose, is't? Ma dear sir, it's prood an' happy we wad be to hae ye come
to see us. You maun gie me yer promise to come afore ye gang back to
Halifax. The gran'mother wad be sair hurt at no seein' ye. Whan could ye
come, noo?" turning to Dexie.
Just then Beatrice Fremont came towards them, and her smile of recognition
told Dexie that the farmer was well known to her.
"I did not know you were acquainted with my friends, Mr. McDonald," and she
extended her hand.
"I ken her faither weel, an' I met the dochter whan I was abroad," he
replied with a smile, "but I never expected to meet ony Halifax folk the
day. It's her faither that did me the kindness whan I was in Halifax that
I'll never forget, an' it's weel pleased I am to meet them. Is't at your
place they are staying, Miss Fremont?"
"Yes," replied Beatrice, smiling, "but I think I heard you trying to coax
them away from us, Mr.
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