Mrs Murchison would have thought better of them if she had chanced again to overhear.
"I wouldn't advise you to have it lined with fur," Advena was saying.
The winter had sharply announced itself, and Finlay, to her reproach about his light overcoat, had declared his intention of ordering a buffalo-skin the following day.

"And the buffaloes are all gone, you know--thirty years ago," she laughed.

"You really are not modern in practical matters.

Does it ever surprise you that you get no pemmican for dinner, and hardly ever meet an Indian in his feathers ?" He looked at her with delight in his sombre eyes.

It was a new discovery, her capacity for happily chaffing him, only revealed since she had come out of her bonds to love; it was hard to say which of them took the greater pleasure in it.
"What is the use of living in Canada if you can't have fur on your clothes ?" he demanded.
"You may have a little--astrakhan, I would--on the collar and cuffs," she said.