Dinner was over at Angus’s house, but Ella, who guessed where her brother was, would not have him called.—She suspected the truth,—that he came to observe whether there was any chance of his winning Katie at last, and to consult his sister, in case of being unable to discover for himself how Katie felt towards him. He was rather disheartened by the interview. She was so frank and friendly in her manner that he could not believe she felt any of the restraint he laboured under—anything more than the regard which she testified to his sister and brother. Ella could not contradict him. She was far from thinking the case a hopeless one; but she believed that time and patience were still and would long be necessary. She assured her brother that precipitation would probably ruin all; and that his best chance was in quietly waiting till he should have further opportunities of winning upon her. This determined Ronald not to speak at present, as, in his impatience of suspense, he had nearly resolved to do. When the little party went down to the place where Angus proposed to erect his new building, several loungers gathered round to watch what was going to be done. Ronald was looked upon as so awfully learned a man, especially when using his rule and frowning over his calculations, that strangers,—such strangers as were in Garveloch,—did not venture to speak to him. They made their inquiries of the children in preference. First came Noreen lagging along the shore in the gray cloak which she was supposed never to put off, as she had never been seen without it, winter or summer. Wrapt in it, and hanging over her arm, head downwards, was her baby, feebly crying, as usual, and as usual disregarded; for nothing short of a shrill scream seemed to be thought by Noreen worthy of attention. Her cap was nearly the same colour as her cloak, and her hair did not tend to ornament her further than by helping to conceal a black eye. “Annie, darling, and how busy you all seem! And you nursing the babby as if you’d had one in your arms all your days, my darling.” “I dare not hold him as you hold your’s,” said Annie. “Look! the little thing’s face is as black——O look!” “As black as your eye,” cried Bessie. “Is it my eye, darling? O, it’s a trifle that Dan gave me,—the villain,—when the spirits were in him.” “What! did Dan strike you?” cried Annie, who was old enough to know that husbands and wives should not fall out like children. “Strike me, darling! Yes, and the babby too. O, you should have heard the babby bawl as loud as me.” “Is not Dan very sorry?” asked Annie, coaxing the unfortunate infant.