"
"Much good that will do!" remarked Mrs Murchison. "I'd
teach him to walk across the grass, if--if it were my
business. Boy--isn't your name Willie Parker? Then it
was your mother I promised the coat and the other things
to, and you'll find them ready there, just inside the
hall door. They'll make down very well for you, but you
can tell her from me that she'd better double-seam them,
for the stuff's apt to ravel. And attend to what Mr
Murchison says; go out by the gravel--what do you suppose
it's there for?"
Mrs Murchison readjusted her glasses, and turned another
row of the tiny sock. "I must say it's a pleasure to have
the lawn neat and green," she said, with a sigh. "Never
did I expect to see the day it would be anything but
chickweed and dandelions. We've a great deal to be thankful
for, and all our children spared to us, too. John," she
continued, casting a shrewd glance over her needles at
nothing in particular; "do you suppose anything was
settled between Lorne and Dora Milburn before he Started?"
"He said nothing to me about it."
"Oh, well, very likely he wouldn't. Young people keep
such a tremendous lot to themselves nowadays. But it's
my belief they've come to an understanding."
"Lily might do worse," said John Murchison, judicially.
"I should think Dora might do worse! I don't know where
she's going to do better! The most promising young man
in Elgin, well brought up, well educated, well started
in a profession! There's not a young fellow in this town
to compare with Lorne, and perfectly well you know it,
John.
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