But though he talked loudly, and laughed a great deal while carrying in their luggage, for some reason Donald felt certain that really Tom Thornton was not glad to see them at all.
CHAPTER II
WHO SANDY WAS
The next morning both Donald and his father were astir early.
There was nothing to keep them within the great chilly house, and everything to lure them into the sunshine. The sky was without a cloud, and into its blueness stretched distant ranges of hazy mountains at whose feet nestled lower hills covered with faint green. Near at hand patches of meadow were toned to grayish white by grazing bands of sheep. On the still air came the flat, metallic note of herd-bells, and the bleating of numberless unseen flocks within the pens and barns.
What a novel scene it was!
The newcomers found their way to a sheltered corner where they could look out before them into the vastness.
It was all so strange, so interesting!