CHAPTER XXVI
Old John Jamieson
As I returned to the house I met my father.
“Well, Ranald, what are you about?” he said, in his usual gentle tone.
“Nothing in particular, father,” I answered.
“Well, I’m going to see an old man—John Jamieson—I don’t think you know him: he has not been able to come to church for a long time. They tell me he is dying. Would you like to go with me?”
“Yes, father. But won’t you take Missy?”
“Not if you will walk with me. It’s only about three miles.”
“Very well, father. I should like to go with you.”