“’Donald will be knowing more doctrine and telling more lies every month,’ I said to her.  ’Doctor Saunderson—­who is a very fine preacher and can put the fear of God upon the people most wonderful—­and our minister had a little feud, and they will fight it out before some chiefs at Muirtown like gentlemen, and now they are good friends again.’

“Miss Kate had gone off for a long walk, and I am not saying but that she will be calling at Kilbogie Manse before she comes back.  She is very fond of Doctor Saunderson, and maybe he will be telling her of the feud.  It iss more than an hour through the woods to Kilbogie,” concluded Janet, “but you will be having a glass of milk first.”

Kate reviewed her reasons for the expedition to Kilbogie, and settled they were the pleasures of a walk through Tochty woods when the spring flowers were in their glory, and a visit to one of the dearest curiosities she had ever seen.  It was within the bounds of possibility that Doctor Saunderson might refer to his friend, but on her part she would certainly not refer to the Free Church minister of Drumtochty.  Her reception by that conscientious professor Barbara could not be called encouraging.

“Ay, he’s in, but ye canna see him, for he’s in his bed, and gin he disna mend faster than he wes daein’ the last time a’ gied him a cry, he’s no like to be in the pulpit on Sabbath.  A’ wes juist thinkin’ he wudna be the waur o’ a doctor.”

“Do you mean to say that Doctor Saunderson is lying ill and no one nursing him?” and Kate eyed the housekeeper in a very unappreciative fashion.

“Gin he wants a nurse she’ll hae tae be brocht frae Muirtown Infirmary, for a’ve eneuch to dae withoot ony fyke (delicate work) o’ that kind.  For twal year hev a’ been hoosekeeper in this manse, an’ gin it hedna been for peety a’ wad hae flung up the place.

“Ye never cud tell when he wud come in, or when he wud gae oot, or what he wud be wantin’ next.  A’ the waufies (disreputable people) in the countryside come here, and the best in the hoose is no gude eneuch for them.  He’s been an awfu’ handfu’ tae me, an’ noo a’ coont him clean dottle (silly).  But we maun juist bear oor burdens,” concluded Barbara piously, and she proposed to close the door.

“Your master will not want a nurse a minute longer; show me his room at once”; and Kate was so commanding that Barbara’s courage began to fail.

“Wha may ye be,” raising her voice to rally her heart, “’at wud take chairge o’ a strainger in his ain hoose an’ no sae muckle as ask leave?”

“I am Miss Carnegie, of Tochty Lodge; will you stand out of my way?” and Kate swept past Barbara and went upstairs.

“Weel, a’ declare,” as soon as she had recovered, “of a’ the impudent hizzies”; but Barbara did not say this in Kate’s hearing.