The dawn at Shanty Bay-- . voice rippling into low laughter asshe went on. Mr. Raynor broke into open mer-riment, interrupted by RonaldsDoric : Thats no fair—yon was a speecialoccasion. Forbye, I tellt the samething to yir faither the next day—anwhats mair, I said it again i the kirkthe next September, afore a the , wumman, I hae ye there. But his wife did not tarry to pro-long the argument, closing the doorjauntily with a little curtsey, leav-ing the two men to the conversationshe had interrupted. Ronald drewhis chair a little nearer to his friend. Mind ye, he began, its nothat I dinn
The dawn at Shanty Bay-- . voice rippling into low laughter asshe went on. Mr. Raynor broke into open mer-riment, interrupted by RonaldsDoric : Thats no fair—yon was a speecialoccasion. Forbye, I tellt the samething to yir faither the next day—anwhats mair, I said it again i the kirkthe next September, afore a the , wumman, I hae ye there. But his wife did not tarry to pro-long the argument, closing the doorjauntily with a little curtsey, leav-ing the two men to the conversationshe had interrupted. Ronald drewhis chair a little nearer to his friend. Mind ye, he began, its nothat I dinna love the Hoose o God ;ye ken fine theres nae man loves itmair. But I canna stand the likeso yon that we had the last Sabbath Iwas there—why man, she fair duckither heid like she was gangin doon a.
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