Very nice, of course," he added, apologetically, to Kate.
Ranald turned and regarded the little man for some moments in silence, and then, with unutterable scorn, exclaimed: "Nice! man, it's wonderful, wonderful to me whatever! Makes me think of all the great things I ever saw." "What things ?" Kate ventured to say.
For a few moments Ranald paused, and then replied: "It makes me think of the big pine trees waving and wailing over me at night, and the big river rolling down with the moonlight on it--and--other things." "What other things, Ranald," persisted Kate.
But Ranald shook his head and sat silent for some time.

Then he rose abruptly.
"I will be going now," he said.
"You will come again soon, Ranald," said Maimie, coming toward him with a look on her face that reminded him of the days in the Glengarry manse.
She had forgotten all about his red shirt and silk handkerchief.

As Ranald caught that look a great joy leaped into his eyes for a moment, then faded into a gaze of perplexity.
"Yes, do come," added Kate.
"Will you sing again ?" he asked, bluntly.
"Yes, indeed," she replied, with a slight blush, "if you want me to." "I will come.

When?
To-morrow night ?" "Yes, certainly, to-morrow night," said Kate, blushing deeply now, for she noticed the slight smile on Harry's face, and the glance that passed between Mr.Sims and the lieutenant.

Then Ranald said good night.
"I have never had such pleasure in my life," he said, holding her hand a moment, and looking into her eyes that sparkled with a happy light.
"That is," he added, with a swift glance at Maimie, "from music or things like that." Kate caught the glance, and the happy light faded from her eyes.
"Good night," said Ranald, offering his hand to Maimie.