"Say, you kids," he announced, "Alec's got four cents,
an' he says he'll join up. This family's going to celebrate
all right. Come on down town."
No one could say that the Murchisons were demonstrative.
They said nothing, but they got their hats. Mrs Murchison
looked up from her occupation.
"Alec," she said, "out of this house you don't go till
you've washed your face. Lorne, come here," she added in
a lower voice, producing a bunch of keys. "If you look
in the right-hand corner of the top small drawer in my
bureau you'll find about twenty cents. Say nothing about
it, and mind you don't meddle with anything else. I guess
the Queen isn't going to owe it all to you."
Chapter II
"We've seen changes, Mr Murchison. Aye. We've seen
changes."
Dr Drummond and Mr Murchison stood together in the store
door, over which the sign "John Murchison: Hardware,"
had explained thirty years of varying commercial fortune.
They had pretty well begun life together in Elgin. John
Murchison was one of those who had listened to Mr Drummond's
trial sermon, and had given his vote to "call" him to
the charge. Since then there had been few Sundays when,
morning and evening, Mr Murchison had not been in his
place at the top of his pew, where his dignified and
intelligent head appeared with the isolated significance
of a strong individuality.
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