4/10 Dozens of babies, who were born at the time when the works were resumed, had never yet breathed the outer air. The merry fellow had thought it his duty to return to his old trade. But though Melrose farm had lost singer and piper it must not be thought that Jack Ryan sung no more. On the contrary, the sonorous echoes of New Aberfoyle exerted their strong lungs to answer him. They offered him a room, which he accepted without ceremony, in his frank and hearty way. |