White wings, a yachting romance . t at our house, but certainly not morethan once. You see, living in a country house, we have to haveour friends down in a staccato fashion, and always by arrange-ment of a few at a time. There is no general dropping in toafternoon-tea. He never met her in London ? he repeated. I should think not. His uncle, the* : did she never see hira before ? * Certainly not. Then what does he mean by treating her as a sort of familiarfriend who was likely to turn up at any time at Denny-mains? His companion colored somewhat; for she had no right to be-tray confidences. The
White wings, a yachting romance . t at our house, but certainly not morethan once. You see, living in a country house, we have to haveour friends down in a staccato fashion, and always by arrange-ment of a few at a time. There is no general dropping in toafternoon-tea. He never met her in London ? he repeated. I should think not. His uncle, the* : did she never see hira before ? * Certainly not. Then what does he mean by treating her as a sort of familiarfriend who was likely to turn up at any time at Denny-mains? His companion colored somewhat; for she had no right to be-tray confidences. The Laird is very fond of Mary, she said, evasively. It isquite beautiful to see those two together. He sat for a little time in silence, and then begged to be ex-cused—he would go on deck to smoke. But when, some littletime thereafter, we returned from onr brief fishing, the dark fig-ure walking up and down the deck was not smoking at all. Hepaused as the gig was hauled fast to the gangway. What luck ? About two dozen. All lithe?. ONLY A HEADACHE. 247 About half a dozen mackerel. And then he assisted Mary Avon to ascend tlie small woodensteps. She said Thank you! as she withdrew her hand fromhis; but the words were uttered in a low voice; and she instant-ly crossed to the companion and went below. He stayed ondeck, and helped to swing the gig up to the davits. Now something had got into the head of our Adrairal-in-chiefthat night. She was very merry, and very affectionate towardMary. She made light of her foolish wish to go away to theSouth. She pointed out that this continuous fine weather wasonly hoarding up electricity for the equinoctials; and then weshould have a spin ! We are not going to let you go, Mary ; that is the long andthe short of it. And we are going to keep hold of Angus is not going away yet—no, no: we have something for himto do. Vie shall not rest satisfied until we see him sail the WhiteDove into Stornoway Harbor. CHAPTER XXXHI. ONLY A HEADACHE. St
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