’And who knows but that there may be a message or a bit of news for us this morning?’ she says to the faithful Harry. ’For yonder comes the mail. And indeed it’s well for you, my good little chap, that you can’t understand how far away Glasgow is; I suppose you expect to see your master at any minute, at every turn of the road. And if he should send you a message—or Maggie either—how am I to tell you?’ The pretty Nelly is at the door of the inn, scattering food to the fowls. ’It’s a peautiful moarning, Miss Douglas,’ she says. And here is Mr. Murray, with his pipe, and his occultly humorous air. ’And are you come along for your letters, Miss Meenie?’ he says. ’Ay, ay, it is not an unusual thing for a young leddy to be anxious about a letter—it is not an unusual thing at ahl.’ And now the mail-car comes swinging up to the door; the one or two passengers alight, glad to stretch their legs; the letter bags are hauled down, and Miss Douglas follows them indoors. Mrs. Murray, who acts as post-mistress, is not long in sorting out the contents. ’Two for me?’ says Meenie. ’And both from Glasgow? Well, now, that does not often happen.’ But of course she could not further interrupt the post-mistress in the performance of her duties; so she put the letters in her pocket; passed out from the inn and through the little crowd of loiterers; and made for the high-road and for home. She was in no hurry to open these budgets of news. Such things came but once in a while to this remote hamlet; and when they did come they were leisurely and thoroughly perused—not skimmed and thrown aside. Nevertheless when she got up to the high-road she thought she would pause there for just a second, and run her eye over the pages, lest there might be some mention of Ronald’s name. She had heard of him but little of late; and he had never once written to her—perhaps he had no excuse for doing so. It was through Maggie that from time to time she got news of him; and now it was Maggie’s letter that she opened first. Well, there was not much about Ronald. Maggie was at school; Ronald was busy; he seldom came over to the minister’s house. And so Meenie, with a bit of a sigh, put that letter into her pocket, and turned to the other. But now she was indifferent and careless. It was not likely that her sister had anything to say about Ronald; for he had not yet called at the house. Moreover, Mrs. Gemmill, from two or three expressions she had used, did not seem anxious to make his acquaintance.