He went about with an air of mastery, and why not?
He had entered upon his kingdom.
The minister noticed and wondered; his wife noticed and smiled sometimes, but oftener sighed, wisely keeping silence, for she knew that in times like this the best words were those unspoken.
The happiest day of all for Ranald was the last, when, after a long tramp with Harry through the woods, he drove him back to the manse, coming up from the gate to the door like a whirlwind.
As Lisette stood pawing and tossing her beautiful head, Mrs.Murray, who stood with Maimie watching them drive up, cried out, admiringly: "What a beauty she is!" "Isn't she!" cried Harry, enthusiastically.

"And such a flyer! Get in, auntie, and see." "Do," said Ranald; "I would be very glad.

Just to the church hill and back." "Go, auntie," pleaded Harry.

"She is wonderful." "You go, Maimie," said her aunt, to whom every offered pleasure simply furnished an opportunity of thought for others.
"Nonsense!" cried Harry, impatiently.

"You might gratify yourself a little for once in your life.