The clean linen, the shining dishes, the silver--for Mrs.Macintyre brought out her wedding presents--gave the table a brilliantly festive appearance in the eyes of those who had lived for some years in the western country.
"You don't appreciate the true significance of a table napkin, I venture to say, Miss Cameron," said the doctor, "until you have lived a year in this country at least, or how much an unspotted table cloth means, or shining cutlery and crockery." "Well, I have been two days at the Royal Hotel, whatever," replied Moira.
"The Royal Hotel!" exclaimed the doctor aghast.

"Our most palatial Western hostelry--all the comforts and conveniences of civilization!" "Anyway, I like this better," said Moira.

"It is like home." "Is it, indeed, my dear ?" said the minister's wife greatly delighted.
"You have paid me a very fine tribute." The hour lengthened into two, for when a departure was suggested the doctor grew eloquent in urging delay.

The horses would be all the better for the rest.

It would be fine driving in the evening.