Poor Kate! Maimie's shaft had gone too near a vital spot, and the wound amazed and terrified her.
Was it for Ranald's sake alone she cared?
Yes, surely it was.

Then why this sharp new pain under the hand pressing hard upon her heart?
Oh, what did that mean?
She put her face in her pillow to hide the red that she knew was flaming in her cheeks, and for a few moments gave herself up to the joy that was flooding her whole heart and soul and all her tingling veins.

Oh, how happy she was.

For long she had heard of the Glengarry lad from Maimie and more from Harry till there had grown up in her heart a warm, admiring interest.

And now she had come to know him for herself! How little after all had they told her of him.