They say the harvest everywhere is good." Alexander asked no further and presently they parted for the night.
The laird of Glenfernie looked from his chamber window, and he looked toward White Farm.

It was dark, clear night, and all the autumn stars shone like worlds of hope.
The next morning he mounted his horse and went off to Black Hill.

He would get this matter of Ian straight.

It was early when he rode, and he came to Black Hill to find Mr.Touris and his sister yet at the breakfast-table.

Mrs.Alison, who might have been up hours, sat over against a dour-looking master of the house who sipped his tea and crumbled his toast and had few good words for anything.