"I am going to set the table in the parlour," answered Marion; "I don't think Uncle Duncan and Aunt Christian will want to eat in the kitchen."
"If Uncle Duncan and Aunt Christian don't like the ways of their father's house, they can go elsewhere," said the old man. "You are too upsetting, Marion; let the table be where it is."
"At any rate, I mean to take off that horrid blue earthenware and put on the white china set Mr. Van Alstine sent us," said Marion; and she hastened to accomplish her purpose while she had the kitchen to herself.
A shrewd smile passed over Miss Baby's face as she observed the change, but she made no remark.
The white china was like other white china, neat and pretty, but nothing more. Marion, however, surveyed it with great satisfaction, and, the change accomplished, she grew more amiable.
"I wonder whether Uncle Duncan will look as I expect?" said she as she stood watching from the window which commanded the road.
"That depends upon what you expect," said Miss Baby. "I have not seen Duncan Campbell in fourteen years; but when he was last here, he looked very much like the duke of Callum that then was."
"Is he really related to the duke, aunt?" asked Marion.
"Oh yes, I suppose so; all the Campbells are of one clan."
"It is odd that he should have married Aunt Christian, I think."