"What a lovely morning! It's wonderful for so late in the year.

You have a splendid country here, Mr.Harris." "That's right," he said; "and the longer you stay in it, the better you like it.

You'll be going to settle in it yourself some day." "I'm not so sure about that," cried the girl, with a deeper blush, and a saucy toss of her head.

"It is a fine country, but it's no' Scotland, ye ken, as my Aunt would say.

My! but I'm fair starving." It happened that the ride to the Galician colony, planned for that afternoon by Mr.Penny the day before, had to be postponed.
Miss Marjorie was hardly up to it.