walls; and here, in
this very room, after she had traveled over all this great distance,
apparently leaving behind her everything but the memory of her home,
was Mr. Mackenzie himself, looking at her from under his shaggy
eyebrows.

"You must have seen that picture in Borva, Mairi," Sheila said. "Now
come with me, like a good girl, and get yourself ready for breakfast.
Do you know, Mairi, it does my heart good to hear you talk again? I
don't think I shall be able to let you go back to the Lewis."

"But you hef changed ferry much in your way of speaking, Miss--Mrs.
Lavender," said Mairi with an effort. "You will speak just like sa
English now."

"The English don't say so," replied Sheila with a smile, leading the
way up stairs.

Mr. M'Alpine had his business to attend to, but, being a sensible man,
he took advantage of the profuse breakfast placed before him. Mairi
was a little too frightened and nervous and happy to eat much, but Mr.
M'Alpine was an old traveler, not to be put out by the mere meeting of
two girls. He listened in a grave and complacent manner to the rapid
questions and answers of Mairi and her hostess, but he himself was
too busy to join in the conversation much. At the end of breakfast he
accepted, after a little pressing, half a glass of whisky; and then,
much comforted and in a thoroughly good-humor with himself and the
world, got his luggage out again and went on his way toward a certain
inn in High Holborn.

"Ay, and where does the queen live, Miss Sheila?" said Mairi. She had
been looking at the furniture in Sheila's house, and wondering if the
queen lived in a place still more beautiful than this.

"A long way from here."

"And it iss no wonder," said Mairi, "she will neffer hef been in sa
Lewis. I wass neffer thinking the world wass so big, and it wass many
a time since me and Mr. M'Alpine hef come away from Styornoway I wass
thinking it wass too far for me effer to get back again. But it is
many a one will say to me, before I hef left the Lewis, that I wass
not to come home unless you wass coming too, and I wass to bring you
back with me, Miss Sheila. And where is Bras, Miss Sheila?"

"You will see him by and by. He is out in the garden now." She said
"gyarden" without knowing it.

"And will he understood the Gaelic yet?"

"Oh yes," Sheila said. "And he is sure to remember you."

There was no mistake about that. When Mairi went into the back garden
the demonstrations of delight on