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well, and there was a lump in my throat too; it would be about thirty years, for one reason and another, since we met." "What did he say?
the very words, dad," and Kate held up her finger in command.
"'Jack, old man, is this really you ?'--he held me at arm's length--'man, div ye mind the jackdaw's nest ?'" "Did he?
And he 's to be our padre.

I know I 'll love him at once.
Go on, everything, for you 've never told me anything about Drumtochty." "We had a glorious time going over old times.

We fished up every trout again, and we shot our first day on the moor again with Peter Stewart, Kilspindie's head keeper, as fine an old Highlander as ever lived.
Stewart said in the evening, 'You 're a pair of prave boys, as becometh your fathers' sons,' and Sandie gave him two and fourpence he had scraped for a tip, but I had only one and elevenpence--we were both kept bare.

But he knew better than to refuse our offerings, though he never saw less than gold or notes from the men that shot at the lodge, and Sandie remembered how he touched his Highland bonnet and said, 'I will be much obliged to you both; and you will be coming to the moor another day, for I hef his lordship's orders.' "Boys are queer animals, lassie; we were prouder that Peter accepted our poor little tip than about the muirfowl we shot, though I had three brace and Sandie four.