Might do worse! But that's you all over. Belittle
your own belongings!"
Mr Murchison smiled in amused tolerance. "They've always
got you to blow their trumpet, Mother," he replied.
"And more than me. You ought to hear Dr Drummond about
Lorne! He says that if the English Government starts that
line of boats to Halifax the country will owe it to him,
much more than to Cruickshank, or anybody else."
"Dr Drummond likes to talk," said John Murchison.
"Lorne's keeping his end up all right," remarked Stella,
jumping off her bicycle in time to hear what her mother
said. "It's great, that old Wallingham asking him to
dinner. And haven't I just been spreading it!"
"Where have you been, Stella?" asked Mrs Murchison.
"Oh, only over to the Milburns'. Dora asked me to come
and show her the new flower-stitch for table centres.
Dora's suddenly taken to fancy work. She's started a
lot--a lot too much!" Stella added gloomily.
"If Dora likes to do fancy work I don't see why anybody
should want to stop her," remarked Mrs Murchison, with
a meaning glance at her husband.
"I suppose she thinks she's going to get Lorne," said
Stella. Her resentment was only half-serious, but the
note was there.
"What put that into your head?" asked her mother.
"Oh, well, anybody can see that he's devoted to her, and
has been for ages, and it isn't as if Lorne was one to
HAVE girlfriends; she's absolutely the only thing he's
ever looked at twice.
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