"Yes, from Canada."
"Shake, I'm a fellow colonial—I'm from Australia—delightful this, to come back to the old homestead and meet a brother you never saw before."
"Maist wonderfu', is't no'?" interjected Gavin—then the responsibilities of a host began to weigh upon him, and he urged Mr. Blake to reconsider his decision about the process; but Mr. Blake was firm.
"I ken't fine there was somebody frae Ameriky i' these pairts," said Gavin. "Brownie Telfer tell't me there was a saxpence i' the plate last Sabbath day. It'll be yir ain?"
"No, I'm afraid I cannot claim it," said Mr. Blake. "I only landed yesterday."
"Ye'll be rinnin' aboot at a graun rate," said Gavin, trying a new vein; "came ower a sicht seein', did ye?"
"No," said Mr. Blake, "not particularly."
"Took a little run over on business, I suppose?" amended the Australian.
"Yes," assented Mr. Blake.
"You said you were born in Scotland; have you any old friends still about? Kind of lonely business if you haven't," continued Andrew.
