"Oh, we said nothing at all! Wait till he's returned for
South Fox," Williams responded jocularly.
"Why not the Imperial Council--of the future--at Westminster
while you're about it?" remarked Lorne, flipping a pebble
back upon the gravel path.
"That will keep, my son. But one of these days, you mark
my words, Mr L. Murchison will travel to Elgin Station
with flags on his engine and he'll be very much surprised
to find the band there, and a large number of his
fellow-citizens, all able-bodied shouting men, and every
factory whistle in Elgin let off at once, to say nothing
of kids with tin ones. And if the Murchison Stove and
Furnace Works siren stands out of that occasion I'll
break in and pull it myself."
"It won't stand out," Stella assured him. "I'll attend
to it. Don't you worry."
"I suppose you had a lovely time, Mr Murchison?" said
Mrs Williams, gently tilting to and fro in a rocking-chair,
with her pretty feet in their American shoes well in
evidence. It is a fact, or perhaps a parable, that should
be interesting to political economists, the adaptability
of Canadian feet to American shoes; but fortunately it
is not our present business. Though I must add that the
"rocker" was also American; and the hammock in which
Stella reposed came from New York; and upon John Murchison's
knee, with the local journal, lay a pink evening paper
published in Buffalo.
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