"So much the better," he answered with a smile. "Look back, dear Miss Mackinnon. The girls are waving to you."
Isla turned round in her seat and blew a kiss on the wings of the evening breeze.
"Is it Mrs. Hylton P. Rosmead--eh, Vivien?" said Sadie whimsically. "Did you ever see anyone more mightily pleased with himself than our Peterkin?"
Vivien smiled, but said neither yea nor nay.
"What have you arranged with my mother, then?" asked Rosmead.
"We are to come down to-morrow evening, Mr. Rosmead. She says you will take her to Glasgow in the car to-morrow. Are you quite sure it can be done comfortably?"
"Quite. Then, you and your brother will bring him down to Achree to-morrow? I suppose Mr. Mackinnon will make all the necessary arrangements."
Isla was silent, a little chill creeping all over her and causing her to shiver. Her companion bent over her anxiously.
"I had forgotten Malcolm," she said quite frankly. "I have always been used to arrange things for my father, you see."
"I understand. But now your brother is the head of the house," said Rosmead gently. "Probably I shall see him when we get up to Creagh, and can make the final arrangements with him. I should like to tell him that the Achree stables are at his disposal. We shall all go to-morrow by the car, and so you will be perfectly free of the house."