A hale old man was sitting at his meal, who greeted her cordially, and made her sit down while she stumbled through the usual questions and exhortations.

"Are ye no' bidin' at Glenavelin ?" he asked.

"And have I no seen ye walking on the hill wi' Maister Lewie ?" When the girl assented, he asked, with the indignation of the privileged, "Then what for are ye sac keen this body Stocks should win in?
If Maister Lewie's fond o' ye, wad it no be wiser--like to wark for him?
Poalitics! What should a woman's poalitics be but just the same as her lad's?
I hae nae opeenion o' this clash about weemen's eddication." And with flaming cheeks the poor girl had risen and fled from the old reactionary.
The incident burned into her mind, and she was wretched with the anomaly of her position.

A dawning respect for her rejected lover began to rise in her heart.

The first of his meetings which she attended had impressed her with his skill in his own vocation.