McDonald."
He looked up into the bright face and replied:
"Ay, I want to show them that I dinna forget their kindness to me whan I
was a stranger in a strange land, an' no wishin' to rob ye o' yer visitors
at a', I was tryin' to hae them say whan they wad come up to the farm, for
it's masel' that'll come efter them, whanever they say the word."
"You need not be afraid to accept the invitation, girls," said Beatrice, as
the farmer turned to say a few words to Lancy. "Your presence would cause
no trouble; they are always so glad to have visitors that it is a pleasure
to go. I spent several weeks there last summer, and I know they would all
be glad to see you."
"It is well enough for Dexie to go," said Elsie, "but it would be very rude
for me to go on such short acquaintance."
"There, Elsie, I stand condemned. Behold me, a visitor at Mrs. Fremont's,
and we never knew of each other's existence before the visit was planned,"
said Dexie.
"But this is different, Dexie," Elsie hurried to explain.
"The difference is in your favor, Elsie."
"I think I can promise that they will be as glad to see you both at the
farm as we were to have you here, and you know your being no relation does
not matter to us.
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