town where there is whisky
and--and--that sort of thing, they just get wild. They say it is awful."

"Just horrible!" said Maimie, in a disgusted tone.

"But splendid," said Kate; "that is, if they don't hurt any one."

"Hurt anybody!" exclaimed Harry. "Oh, not at all; they are always
extremely careful not to hurt any one. They are as gentle as lambs.
I say, let us go down to the river and look at the rafts. De Lacy was
coming up, but it is too late now for him. Besides, we might run across
Maimie's man from Glengarry."

"Maimie's man from Glengarry!" exclaimed Kate. "Has she a man there,
too?"

"Nonsense, Kate!" said Maimie, blushing. "He is talking about Ranald,
you know. One of Aunt Murray's young men, up in Glengarry. You have
heard me speak of him often."

"Oh, the boy that pulled you out of the fire," said Kate.

"Yes," cried Harry, striking an attitude, "and the boy that for love of
her entered the lists, and in a fistic tournament upheld her fair name,
and--"

"Oh, Harry, do have some sense!" said Maimie, impatiently. "Hush, here
comes some one; Lieutenant De Lacy, I suppose."

It was the lieutenant, handsome, tall, well made, with a high-bred
if somewhat dissipated face, an air of blase indifference a little
overdone, and an accent which he had brought back with him from Oxford,
and which he was anxious not to lose. Indeed, the bare thought of the
possibility of his dropping into the flat, semi-nasal of his native land
filled the lieutenant with unspeakable horror.

"We were just going down to the river," said Maimie, after the
introductions were over, "but I suppose it is all old to you, and you
would not care to go?"

"Aw, charmed, I'm sure." (The lieutenant pronounced it "shuah.") "But it
is rathaw, don't you know, not exactly clean."

"He is thinking of his boots," said Harry, scornfully, looking down at
the lieutenant's shining patent leathers.

"Really," said the lieutenant, mildly, "awfully dirty street, though."

"But we want to see the shantymen," said Kate, frankly.

"Oh, the men! Very proper, but not so very discriminating, you know."

"I love the shantymen," exclaimed Kate, enthusiastically. "Maimie told
me all about them."

"By Jove! I'll join to-morrow," exclaimed the lieutenant with gentle
excitement.

"They would not have you," answered Kate. "Besides, you would have to
eat pork and onions and things."

The lieutenant shuddered, gazing reproachfully at Kate.

"Onions!"