k."

"I hope so," said Jean gravely. "I must see if Mhor has washed his face
this morning. I didn't notice at breakfast, and he's such an odd child,
he'll wash every bit of himself and neglect his face. Perhaps you'll
remember to look, Mrs. Macdonald, when you are with him here."

Mrs. Macdonald smiled at Jean's maternal tone.

"I've brought up four boys," she said, "so I ought to know something of
their ways. It will be like old times to have Jock and Mhor to look
after."

Mhor went in the car with Jean and Pamela and Mrs. Macdonald. The others
had gone on in Lord Bidborough's car, as Mr. Macdonald wanted to see the
vicar before the service. The vicar had asked Jean about the music,
saying that the village schoolmistress who was also the organist, was
willing to play. "I don't much like 'The Voice that breathed o'er
Eden,'" Jean told him, "but anything else would be very nice. It is so
very kind of her to play."

Mhor mourned all the way to church about Peter being left behind.
"There's poor Peter who is so fond of marriages--he goes to them all in
Priorsford--tied up in the yard; and he knows how to behave in a
church."

"It's a good deal more than you do," Mrs. Macdonald told him. "You're
never still for one moment. I know of at least one person who has had to
change his seat because of you. He said he got no good of the sermon
watching you bobbing about."

"It's because I don't care about sermons," Mhor replied, and relapsed
into dignified silence--a silence sweetened by a large chocolate poked
at him by Jean.

They walked through the churchyard with its quiet sleepers, into the
cool church where David was waiting to give his sister away. Some of the
village women, with little girls in clean pinafores clinging to their
skirts, came shyly in after them and sat down at the door. Lord
Bidborough, waiting for his bride, saw her come through the doorway
winged like Mercury, smiling back at the children following ... then her
eyes met his.

The first thing that Jean became aware of was that Mr. Macdonald was
reading her own chapter.

"The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them: and the
desert shall rejoice and blossom as the rose....

"And an highway shall be there, and a way, and it shall be called The
Way of Holiness: the unclean shall not pass over it: but it shall be for
those: the wayfaring men, though fools, shall not err therein....

"No lion shall be there, nor any ravenous beast