"Just up the gate a bit," the girl said.
"Over at Claygates?" said the doctor.
"A wee bit farrer yont, sir," the girl said, and disappeared into an inner room.
"I wonder I never saw her before," the doctor said to his patient.
"Weel, she's worth seeing: she's—"
But the rustic beauty reappeared, and Bell did not speak further.
Dr. Brunton's visit had exceeded its ordinary limits, and he rose to go. The girl opened the door for him, and as he was passing out he said to her, "Are you often here?"
"Gey an' often: Bell's an auld friend o' my mither's, and I run over to speir for her aye when I've time."
"Shall you be here to-morrow?"
"Oh, ay: I'll be here the morn and the next day, and maybe the day after: I'll be often here as lang as I'm at hame."