CHAPTER XLII.
The next Saturday but one Alec received a note from Mr Fraser, hoping that his new cousin had not driven him away, and inviting him to dine that same afternoon.
He went.

After dinner the old man fell asleep in his chair.
"Where were you born ?" Alec asked Kate.
She was more like his first impression of her.
"Don't you know ?" she replied.

"In the north of Sutherlandshire--near the foot of a great mountain, from the top of which, on the longest day, you can see the sun, or a bit of him at least, all night long." "How glorious!" said Alec.
"I don't know.

_I_ never saw him.

And the winters are so long and terrible! Nothing but snowy hills about you, and great clouds always coming down with fresh loads of snow to scatter over them." "Then you don't want to go back ?" "No.