“But he can drive, you say,” continued Maimie, wickedly keeping her finger on the sore spot. “Oh, pshaw!” replied Aleck, boldly. “You think a lot of him, don't you? And I guess you are a pair.” Maimie tossed her head at this. “We are very good friends, of course,” she said, lightly. “He is a very nice boy, and we are all fond of him; but he is just a boy; he is Hughie's great friend.” “A boy, is he?” laughed Aleck. “That may be, but he is very fond of you, whatever, and indeed, I don't wonder at that. Anybody would be,” he added, boldly. “You don't know a bit about it,” said Maimie, with cheeks glowing. “About what?” “About Ranald and--and--what you said.” “What I said? About being fond of you? Indeed, I know all about that. The boys are all broke up, not to speak of myself.” This was going a little too fast for Maimie. She knew nothing, as yet, of the freedom of country banter. She was new to the warfare, but she was not going to lower her flag or retreat. She changed the subject. “Your team must have been very tired.” “Tired!” exclaimed Aleck, “not a bit. They will go home like birds. Come along with me, and you will see.” Maimie gasped. “I--” she hesitated, glanced past Aleck, blushed, and stammered. Aleck turned about quickly and saw Ranald staring at Maimie. “Oh,” he said, banteringly, “I see. You would not be allowed.” “Allowed!” echoed Maimie. “And why not, pray? Who will hinder me?” But Aleck only shrugged his shoulders and looked at Ranald, who passed on to his place at the table, black as a thunder-cloud. Maimie was indignant at him. What right had he to stare and look so savage? She would just show him. So she turned once more to Aleck, and with a gay laugh, cried, “Some day I will accept your invitation, so just make ready.” “Any day, or every day, and the more days the better,” cried Aleck, as he sat down at the table, where all had now taken their places. The supper was a great success. With much laughter and chaffing, the girls flitted from place to place, pouring cups of tea and passing the various dishes, urging the men to eat, till, as Don said, they were “full to the neck.” When all had finished, Mr. Murray, who sat at the head of the table, rose in his place and said: “Gentlemen, before we rise from this table, which has been spread so bountifully for us, I wish to return thanks on behalf of Mr. Macdonald to the neighbors and friends who have gathered to-day to assist in this work. Mr. Macdonald asked me to say that he is all the more surprised at this kindness, in that he feels himself to be so unworthy of it. I promised to speak this word for him, but I do not agree with the sentiment. Mr. Macdonald is a man whom we all love, and in whose misfortune we deeply sympathize, and I only hope that this Providence may be greatly blessed to him, and that we will all come to know him better, and to see God's hand in his misfortune.”