"I 'll come over again fer the traps, Doctor."
"All right, Cale. I can be of some use, even if I don't stay but one night at Lamoral. By the way, just leave these things of mine in the baggage-room; it will save taking them over. I have my handbag."
"We ain't got so much grub as we might have, but I guess we can make out to get along, Marcia," said Cale, anxiously.
"Oh, I 'll manage, Cale; don't worry. We 'll stop in the village for provisions, and it won't take me long to straighten things out."
"Of course you did n't think we were coming down on you like the Assyrians of old," said Jamie, taking his seat beside Cale.
"Why, no. I cal'lated you 'd be here likely enough in ten days. I guess Angélique and Pete would n't have got spliced quite so soon if they 'd thought you 'd come this week. They cal'lated ter be home by the time you got here."
We were glad to find something at which we could laugh without pretence. Cale's description of the wedding in the church, at which he was best man; of his inability to understand a word of the service; of Pete's embracing him instead of Angélique when it was all over, and of little Pete dissolving in tears on his return to empty Lamoral and wetting Cale's starched shirt front before he could be comforted, was something to be remembered.
"I must write this up for Ewart," said Jamie, that evening when we sat once again around a normal hearth.
"He will enjoy it; no one better," said the Doctor who was busy looking up New York sailings. "Look here, Boy, you say you want a week, at least, in New York?"
"Yes. I have never seen the place, and I don't want to go home without knowing something about it."