"She is our next-door neighbor in Halifax," Dexie explained.
"An' ye are both owre for a visit? Weel, weel, an' ye never telt me ye were comin' at a', at a'. But whaur are ye stayin', if I may ask?"
"At Mrs. Fremont's. I am here at Miss Gurney's invitation, and her friends have been very kind to me. We have been here a little more than three weeks."
"An' ye never sent me word! If I had kent ye were here, I wad hae sent doon for ye afore."
"You are very kind, indeed, Mr. McDonald, but I am here with friends this time, and I am afraid I cannot leave them."
"Hoot, noo! ye needna leave them; there's room at the farm for ye a'. Hoo mony is there besides this ane?"
"One young man."
And catching sight of Lancy, a short distance away, she called his name and he stepped at once to her side.
"This is Mr. Gurney, a brother to my friend here."
"Ay, ay; I remember him," greeting Lancy heartily. "An' hoo dae ye like the look o' the Islan'?"