. The land of heather . dful forofficial purposes was a desk, as the mail was de-livered at the houses twice a day. Any communityin Britain that receives an average of fifty letters aweek is entitled to free delivery, and the people of theDrumtochty district were not so few or seclusive butthat they did much more postal business than thisminimum. The chief daily mail arrived at twelve,when a stout, heavy-shoed man in uniform wouldcome tramping in from the west with a brown bagstrapped over his shoulder and a cane in his enters the post-office and the mail is emptied fromhis bag and sor
. The land of heather . dful forofficial purposes was a desk, as the mail was de-livered at the houses twice a day. Any communityin Britain that receives an average of fifty letters aweek is entitled to free delivery, and the people of theDrumtochty district were not so few or seclusive butthat they did much more postal business than thisminimum. The chief daily mail arrived at twelve,when a stout, heavy-shoed man in uniform wouldcome tramping in from the west with a brown bagstrapped over his shoulder and a cane in his enters the post-office and the mail is emptied fromhis bag and sorted on the little counter. The post-master and all his family join in this task, and it issoon finished, and Posty with a new load goestrudging in his steady swing down the road. At thesame time the postmasters daughter shoulders asmaller bag, dons her straw hat, and starts out to dis-tribute the mail through the clachan and for a mileand a half west among the farmers. The sign over the door of the second of the village. A Favorite Loitering Place A Rural Hamlet 7 shops read thus: R. Wallace, General Grocer, li-censed to sell tea, tobacco, and snuff. The room inwhich these articles, together with sweeties and othersmall wares, were sold was tiny and much the door was a little counter with a pair of scaleson it, and behind this counter presided Mrs. Wallace,the proprietor of the shop. She was a short, uneasy-looking body with a sharp tongue, and a long story oftrials and wrongs and complaints which she retailedwith the goods from her shelves to every had a remarkable propensity for keeping in hostili-ties with her neighbors, but always felt herself to bethe innocent and injured party ; and to any person whowould listen she discoursed endlessly on others* black-ness and her own immaculateness. In fact, these wordyoutpourings made it so difficult for a customer to getaway that many of the villagers avoided her shopaltogether. Until within a few years she
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