He
supplies us with winter vegetables, and we are quite friendly, I assure
you."
"How strange things do happen! I never expected to set eyes on the man
again, and here we are planning to visit his home. A chain of
circumstances, linked together, stretches a long way, even though the links
are small and insignificant in themselves."
"Yes; it would have been a great disappointment to him had you refused his
invitation. He loves to have visitors in the house. I can speak from
experience, for I have been there with Gertrude. I expect Mr. McDonald did
not impress you favorably when he was in Halifax, but in his own place you
will not find a finer man anywhere."
"I can well believe it, but--oh! Beatrice, what is that?"
As they turned a corner they came upon a man standing in the centre of the
street ringing a bell which he held in his hand, and instantly the doors
and windows in the neighborhood were peopled, and pedestrians within
earshot all stopped at the sound.
"Oh! who is it? What is he saying?" cried the girls.
"Listen," and she checked the horse. "It is old Hatch, the town-crier;
something is lost.
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