Marjory went out to give Silky his supper. He always had his food in the stable, but his bed was on a mat outside Marjory's bedroom door. Then she went down the garden to find Peter.
She found him just putting away his tools for the night.
"Good-night, Peter," she said. "I just came to tell you I've got a friend, and also that Lisbeth's cross."
"She cross! Na, na; that canna be, Miss Marjory. Weary maybe wi' her cookin' an' siclike for you an' the doctor, but no cross; na, na."
"Well, but, Peter, didn't you hear me say I've found a friend? Aren't you glad?"
"Glad indeed I am. That's a bonnie bit news. An' what like is she?"
"She's the sweetest, prettiest girl you ever saw," said Marjory enthusiastically.
"Ay, maybe she's that," replied the old man doubtfully, looking significantly at Marjory.
"But I tell you she is, Peter, and her mother is so kind and gentle. Their name is Forester, and they've just come to live at Braeside."
"Oh, they," said the old man.