’What’s this now?’ exclaimed the buxom widow—who was as radiant and good-natured and smartly dressed as ever—’what does this daft fellow Laidlaw mean by bringing me a message like that? I ken ye better, Ronald, my lad. Down in the mouth?—take a hair o’ the dog that bit ye. Here, see, I’ll pour it out for ye.’ She went straight to the bottle, uncorked it, and poured out about a third of a tumblerful of whisky. ’Ronald, Ronald, ye’re an ill lad to want this in the morning; but what must be, must; here, put some life into ye. The day’ll be just splendid outside the town; and old Jaap’s with us too; and I’ve got a hamper; and somewhere or other we’ll camp out, like a band of gypsies. Dinna fear, lad; I’ll no drag ye into the MacDougals’ house until we’re on the way back; and then it’ll just be a cup o’ tea and a look at the bairns, and on we drive again to the town. What’s the matter? Come on, my lad!—we’ll have a try at "Cauld Kail in Aberdeen" when we get away frae the houses.’ ’Katie, lass,’ said he, rather shamefacedly, ’I’m—I’m sorry that I promised—but I’ll take it kind of ye to excuse me—I’m no in the humour someway—and ye’ll be better by yourselves——’ ’Ay, and what good ’ll ye do by pu’ing a wry mouth?’ said she tauntingly. ’"The devil was ill, the devil a saint would be." Here, man! it’s no the best medicine, but it’s better than none.’ She took the whisky to him, and gave him a hearty slap on the shoulder. There was a gleam of sullen fire in his eye. ’It’s ill done of ye, woman, to drive a man against his will,’ he said, and he retreated from her a step or two. ’Oh,’ said she proudly, and she threw the whisky into the coal-scuttle, and slammed the tumbler down on the table, for she had a temper too, ’if ye’ll no be coaxed, there’s them that will. If that’s what Long John does for your temper, I’d advise you to change and try Talisker. Good morning to ye, my braw lad, and thank ye for your courtesy.’ She stalked from the room, and banged the door behind her when she left. But she was really a good-hearted kind of creature; before she had reached the outer door she had recovered herself; and she turned and came into the room again, a single step or so. ’Ronald,’ she said, in quite a different voice, ’it ’ll no be for your good to quarrel wi’ me— ’I wish for no quarrel wi’ ye, Katie, woman——’ ’For I look better after ye than some o’ them. If ye’ll no come for the drive, will ye look in in the afternoon or at night, if it suits ye better? Seven o’clock, say—to show that there’s no ill feeling between us.’ ’Yes, I will,’ said he—mainly to get rid of her; for, indeed, he could scarcely hear what she was saying to him for thinking of this strange and mysterious message that had come to him from Meenie.