White Heather: A Novel (Volume 2 of 3)Black, William
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White Heather: A Novel (Volume 2 of 3)
Black, William
Scotland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
Then in the boat in the afternoon she quite innocently remarked that she
wished he was going back home with them; for that he would find the
voyage across the Atlantic so amusing. She described the people coming
out to say good-bye at Liverpool; and the throwing of knives and
pencil-cases and what not as farewell gifts from the steamer to the
tender, and _vice versâ_; she described the scamper round Queenstown and
the waiting for the mails; then the long days on the wide ocean, with
all the various occupations, and the concerts in the evening, and the
raffles in the smoking-room (this from hearsay); then the crowding on
deck for the first glimpse of the American coast-line; and the gliding
over the shallows of Sandy Hook; and the friends who would come steaming
down the Bay to wave handkerchiefs and welcome them home. She seemed to
regard it as a quite natural and simple thing that he should be of this
party; and that, after landing, her father should take him about and
’see him through,’ as it were; and if her fancy failed to carry out
these forecasts, and to picture him walking along Dearborn Avenue or
driving out with them to Washington Park, it was that once or twice ere
now she had somehow arrived at the notion that Ronald Strang and Chicago
would prove to be incongruous. Or was it some instinctive feeling that,
however natural and fitting their friendship might be in this remote
little place in the Highlands, it might give rise to awkwardness over
there? Anyhow, that could not prevent her father from seeing that
Ronald had ample introductions and guidance when he landed at New York;
and was not that the proper sphere for one of his years and courage and
abilities?
When they got ashore at the end of the day it was found that each boat
had got two more salmon, so that there was a display of nine big fish on
the grass there in the gathering dusk.
’And to think that I should live to catch five salmon in one day,’ said
Miss Carry, as she contemplated her share of the spoil. ’Well, no one
will believe it; for they’re just real mean people at home; and they
won’t allow that anything’s happened to you in Europe unless you have
something to show for it. I suppose Ronald would give me a written
guarantee. Anyway, I am going to take that big one along to the
Doctor—it will be a good introduction, won’t it, pappa?’
But a curious thing happened about that same salmon. When they got to
the inn the fish were laid out on the stone flags of the dairy—the
coolest and safest place for them in the house; and Miss Carry, who had
come along to see them, when she wanted anything done, naturally turned
to Ronald.
’Ronald,’ said she, ’I want to give that big one to Mrs. Douglas, and I
am going along now to the cottage. Will you carry it for me?’
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