Kilmeny of the Orchard

you haven’t gone and made a fool of your- self. It sounds remarkably like it. A girl that has been dumb all her life—a girl with no right to her father’s name—a country girl brought up in a place like Lindsay! Your wife will have to fill your mother’s place,—and your mother was a pearl among women. Do you think this girl is worthy of it? It isn’t possible! You’ve been led away by a pretty face and dairy maid freshness. I expected some trouble out of this freak of yours coming over here to teach school.”

“ Wait until you see Kilmeny, father,” said Eric, smiling.

“ Humph! That’s just exactly what David Baker said. I went straight to him when I got your letter, for I knew that there was some connection between it and that mysterious visit of his over here, con- cerning which I never could drag a word out of him by book or crook. And all he said was, ‘ Wait until you see Kilmeny Gordon, sir.’ NV ell, I will wait till I see

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