White Heather: A Novel (Volume 1 of 3)Black, William
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White Heather: A Novel (Volume 1 of 3)
Black, William
Scotland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
’What a nice room—it is all your own, I suppose?’
’Oh yes; that is why it is so untidy.’
’But I like to see a room look as if it was being used. Well, now, what
are these?’ she said, going to the mantel-shelf, where a row of bottles
stood.
’These are medicines.’
’Why, you don’t look sick,’ the other said, turning suddenly.
’Oh no. These are a few simple things that my father leaves with me
when he goes from home—they are for children mostly—and the people have
as much faith in me as in anybody,’ Meenie said, with a shy laugh.
’Papa says I can’t do any harm with them, in any case; and the people
are pleased.’
’Hush, hush, dear, you must not tell me any secrets of that kind,’ said
Miss Carry gravely; and then she proceeded to get on her winter wraps.
Meenie went downstairs with her, and at the door would see that she was
all properly protected and buttoned up about the throat.
’For it is very brave of you to come into Sutherlandshire in the
winter,’ said she; ’we hardly expect to see any one until the summer is
near at hand.’
’Then you will let me come and have some tea with you at times, will you
not?’
’Oh yes—if you will be so kind.’
They said good-bye and shook hands; and then Miss Carry thought that
Meenie looked so pretty and so shy, and had so much appealing gentleness
and friendliness in the clear, transparent, timid blue-gray eyes, that
she kissed her, and said ’Good-bye, dear,’ again, and went out into the
dusk and driving wind of the afternoon, entirely well pleased with her
visit.
But it seemed as though she were about to be disappointed in both
directions; for when she called in at Ronald’s cottage he was not there;
and when she returned to the inn, he was not to be found, nor could any
one say whither he had gone. She and her father dined by themselves.
She did not say why Meenie had declined to come along and join them; but
she had formed her own opinion on that point; and the more she thought
of it, the more absurd it seemed to her that this small handful of
people living all by themselves in the solitude of the mountains should
think it necessary to observe social distinctions. Was not Ronald, she
asked herself, fit to associate with any one? But then she remembered
that the Highlanders were said to be very proud of their descent; and
she had heard something about Glengask and Orosay; and she resolved that
in the future she would be more circumspect in the matter of
invitations.
About half-past eight or so the pretty Nelly appeared with the message
that Ronald was in the inn, and had heard that he was being asked for.
’What will I tell him ye want, sir?’ she said, naturally assuming that
Ronald was to be ordered to do something.
’Give him my compliments,’ said Mr. Hodson, ’and say we should be
obliged if he would come in and smoke a pipe and have a chat with us, if
he has nothing better to do.’
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