I know Mrs.Macintyre in the manse.

I nursed her once last spring.

We will go and see her." "Oh, that would not do," said Moira, her Scotch shy independence shrinking from such an intrusion.
"And why not ?" "She doesn't know me--and there are four of us." "Oh, nonsense, you don't know this country.

You don't know what our visit will mean to the little woman, what a joy it will be to her to see a new face, and I declare when she hears you are new out from Scotland she will simply revel in you.

We are about to confer a great favor upon Mrs.Macintyre." If Moira had any lingering doubts as to the soundness of her sister-in-law's opinion they vanished before the welcome she had from the minister's wife.
"Mr.Cameron's sister ?" she cried, with both hands extended, "and just out from Scotland?
And where from?
From near Braemar?
And our folk came from near Inverness.