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BOOK ONE. CHAPTER EIGHT

‘Do you like him?’ Julia asked anxiously when we had turned the corner.

‘He’s very nice,’ Emmy murmured indifferently; ‘he looks an ideal dominie from the children’s point of view.’

‘Papa says,’ Julia said, almost resentfully, ‘that he was one of the most brilliant scholars of his year at Glasgow College. He won everything he could for mathematics.’

‘I wonder what he’s doing buried up here then,’ observed Emmy; ‘that’s Highland, of course. Yes, he’s very nice, but a little like a moral come alive—no matter what you said or did to him, it would never alter his negative course. Isn’t it funny?—now I come to think of it, we have never seen him in church. Let’s go and visit some one to-night, I don’t feel I want to go home for hours and hours yet. I wish the Stratherns were back. Not that we could visit them to-night even if they were, but they do add an excitement.’

‘The only person we can visit is old Mrs Wands, and you know how difficult it is to get away from her.’