"Some day I'll tell you all about her. Did you notice how unconcerned your father was regarding the house, and the servant girls--and your brother, also?" "He advised us to take one girl and leave the other here. You said 'Yes' to that proposal, Aunt." "He took me unawares. I shall say 'No' to it to-morrow. Men have an idea that a house takes care of itself, that servants work naturally, and that dinners are bought ready cooked. He knew enough, however, to choose the best of the two girls to stay here. I am going to take both of them with me. I will not be beholden to my Lady for servants, not I! I shall send for old Maggie in the morning; she can look after the house and the two men in it--fine!" "I wish Donald could go with us." "If he could, your father would not let him. He is very angry with Donald, these six months past." "Why?" "He wanted him to go to St. Andrews to prepare for the ministry, and the lad, who usually keeps his own good sense to the fore, forgot himself and told his father--his father, mind you!--that he would 'not preach Calvinism' if he got 'the city of Glasgow for doing it.' And the minister was angry, and Donald got dour and then said a few words he should not have said to anybody in a Calvinist minister's presence." "What did he say?" "He said he did not believe in Election. He said every soul was elect; that even in hell Dives held fast to the fatherhood of God, and God called Dives 'son.' He said Religion was not a creed, it was a Life, and moreover, he said, Calvinism was a wall between the soul and God, and what use was there in hewing out roads to a wall?" "Poor Father! Donald should not have said such things in his presence. No, he should not! I am angry at Donald for doing so." "Well, the Macrae was aboon the Reverend that day. He was white angry. He could not, he did not dare to, open his mouth. He just set the door wide, and ordered Donald out with a wave of his hand." "Poor Donald! That was hard, too." "Yes, the Macraes are always ----'hard to themselves And worse to their foes.' Donald just came to my room, and I left him alone to cry his young heart out. But my heart was, and is, with Donald. He is man grown, and he has a right to have his own opinions." "Maybe so, Aunt. But he should not throw his opinions like a stone in Father's face." "Perhaps you'll do the same some day." "Me! Never! Never!" "I'm glad to hear that." "How came Donald to go to Reed and McBryne's shipping office?" "He spent the next few days miserably. He did not see his father save at meal times, and the two of them never opened their mouths. So I said one morning, 'A new housekeeper will be necessary here, for I will not eat my bread like a dumb beast a day longer.' Then the mail brought the news of the break-up in your school, and your father said to me as soon as we were by ourselves, 'Jessy, you must see that Marion's room is made pretty. She is a young lady now, and, if anything is needing, get it.'"