[The Patrol of the Sun Dance Trail by Ralph Connor]@TWC D-Link bookThe Patrol of the Sun Dance Trail CHAPTER XI 25/31
But no matter. We forgive him, for otherwise my husband and I would never have come to know how rich we are in true friends and kind neighbors, and now that you have built this house let me say that henceforth by day or by night you are welcome to it, for it is yours." After the storm of applause had died down, a voice was heard gruffly and somewhat anxiously protesting, "But not all at one time." "Who was that ?" asked Mandy of young Dent as the supper party broke up. "That's Smith," said Dent, "and he's a queer one." "Smith ?" said Cameron.
"The chap meets us everywhere.
I must look him up." But there was a universal and insistent demand for "the pipes." "You look him up, Mandy," cried her husband as he departed in response to the call. "I shall find him, and all about him," said Mandy with determination. The next two hours were spent in dancing to Cameron's reels, in which all, with more or less grace, took part till the piper declared he was clean done. "Let Macgregor have the pipes, Cameron," cried the Inspector.
"He is longing for a chance, I am sure, and you give us the Highland Fling." "Come Moira," cried Cameron gaily, handing the pipes to Macgregor and, taking his sister by the hand, he led her out into the intricacies of the Highland Reel, while the sides of the living-room, the doors and the windows, were thronged with admiring onlookers.
Even Andy Hepburn's rugged face lost something of its dourness; and as the brother and sister together did that most famous of all the ancient dances of Scotland, the Highland Fling, his face relaxed into a broad smile. "There's Smith," said young Dent to Mandy in a low voice as the reel was drawing to a close. "Where ?" she cried.
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