"
"Na, na; dinna dee that; lat Maggie come wi' them. Ye wad only be puttin me
oot o' humour for the Lord's wark wi' yer havers!"
"Weel, I'll sen' Maggie--only ye wad obleege me by no seein her, for ye
micht put _her_ oot o' humour, sir, and she michtna gie yer sermon fair
play the morn!"
The minister closed the door with some sharpness.
CHAPTER II
In the meantime, Maggie was walking shoeless and bonnetless up the hill to
the farm she sought. It was a hot morning in June, tempered by a wind from
the north-west. The land was green with the slow-rising tide of the young
corn, among which the cool wind made little waves, showing the brown earth
between them on the somewhat arid face of the hill. A few fleecy clouds
shared the high blue realm with the keen sun. As she rose to the top of the
road, the gable of the house came suddenly in sight, and near it a sleepy
old gray horse, treading his ceaseless round at the end of a long lever,
too listless to feel the weariness of a labour that to him must have seemed
unprogressive, and, to anything young, heart-breaking.
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