"I never, on principle, do any work for bazaars."
"May I ask what the principle is?"
Rowena laughed.
"You've driven me into a corner—on the principle of selfishness I always refuse—because in town there's a never-ending stream of charity bazaars, and if you work for one, you must work for all."
"And you think if you work for us, you will be worried by other people?"
"I suppose I must say 'yes' to you; but I really was going to stop my rug-making. I'm doing something so much more interesting. I'm writing a book."
"You are writing? How delightful!"
"I'm making a history of Abertarlie and its glen and loch."
Mrs. Macintosh forgot her sale of work and became quite enthusiastic.
"Robert could help you; he has legends and folk-lore at his finger ends. Oh, my dear, may I tell him? He will be so interested and pleased."