CHAPTER XXX.
THE LORRIE MEADOW.
It was high time, according to agricultural economics, that Donal Grant should be promoted a step in the ranks of labour.

A youth like him was fit for horses and their work, and looked idle in a field with cattle.

But Donal was not ambitious, at least in that direction.

He was more and more in love with books, and learning and the music of thought and word; and he knew well that no one doing a man's work upon a farm could have much time left for study--certainly not a quarter of what the herd-boy could command.
Therefore, with his parents approval, he continued to fill the humbler office, and receive the scantier wages belonging to it.
The day following their adventure on Glashgar, in the afternoon, Nicie being in the grounds with her little mistress, proposed that they should look whether they could see her brother down in the meadow of which her mother had spoken.

Ginevra willingly agreed, and they took their way through the shrubbery to a certain tall hedge which divided the grounds from a little grove of larches on the slope of a steep bank descending to the Lorrie, on the other side of which lay the meadow.