“It will take years, for grandfather had spent so much time and strength on his clearing; it enrages me when I think of it.”
“You mustn’t be enraged on your way to church,” said Parker, half teasingly; but Agnes answered gravely, “That is quite true.”
“We will talk of something else,” Parker went on. “Polly assured me last night that her husband would soon be back.”
“Why, what reason has she to think so?”
“I don’t know. She has had some sort of dream or vision or something, a sign she says, and she puts great faith in it. Polly’s signs are something that I cannot keep track of.”
“But there are signs,” returned Agnes, gravely.
“Oh, are there?”
“Of course. The Indians have a great many, and all people do.”
“I suppose they do, come to think of it; but I wasn’t thinking of natural consequences, I was thinking of the supernatural.”
“Oh, you mean uncanny things like ghosts and noises from nowhere, and visions. We Scots believe in visions and second sight and all that.”