'Reminds one a little of Abe's curves,' said Graeme, as we drew up at
the gate. But I answered him not, for I was introducing to each other
the two best women in the world. As I was about to rush into the house,
Graeme seized me by the collar, saying--
'Hold on, Connor! you forget your place, you're next.'
'Why, certainly,' I cried, thankfully enough; 'what an ass I am!'
'Quite true,' said Graeme solemnly.
'Where is he?' I asked.
'At this present moment?' he asked, in a shocked voice. 'Why, Connor,
you surprise me.'
'Oh, I see!'
'Yes,' he went on gravely; 'you may trust my mother to be discreetly
attending to her domestic duties; she is a great woman, my mother.'
I had no doubt of it, for at that moment she came out to us with little
Marjorie in her arms.
'You have shown Mrs. Mavor to her room, mother, I hope,' said Graeme;
but she only smiled and said--
'Run away with your horses, you silly boy,' at which he solemnly shook
his head. 'Ah, mother, you are deep--who would have thought it of you?'
That evening the manse overflowed with joy, and the days that followed
were like dreams set to sweet music.
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