"Presbyterians haven't that custom over here--does it still exist anywhere?
Mr Finlay told me himself." "Has he informed all his acquaintances ?" asked Mrs Kilbannon.

"We thought maybe his elders would be expecting to hear, or his Board of Management.

Or he might have just dropped a word to his Sessions Clerk.
But--" Advena shook her head.

"I think it unlikely," she said.
"Then why would he be telling you ?" inquired the elder lady, bluntly.
"He told me, I suppose, because I have the honour to be a friend of his," Advena said, smiling.

"But he is not a man, is he, who makes many friends?
It is possible, I dare say, that he has mentioned it to no one else." Poor Advena! She had indeed uttered her ideal to unsympathetic ears--brought her pig, as her father would have said, to the wrong market.