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324 "REST AND BE THANKFUL"
Let me recommend to all parents the Isles for
an over-development of the Free-will. I hope I
shall find the Clerk of the " Dunara " to explain
how (as I suspected) that route was closed. I
handed it to Ralph, who, however, had got the
information of another new quick communication
with Small Isles, so he came prepared to catch that
connection by leaving to-morrow with the " Grena-
dier."
Maisie came off the steamer with the gauze
veil, and sat opposite me with a look, half of absent
" stares," so like Mama, mixed up with Teddy, it
was all I could do to prevent laughing. She and
I gossiped till one o'clock luncheon, while Meg
went out with Ralph to vapour about McPhail,
as Pock would have said. We have Mrs. Dixon
in the house, the mother of the Professor of
Literature. She gave me a sense of rest, as I got
over feeling head tired on such a glorious evening.
I went up to see their rooms, and exhort sheets be
extra aired. I had Ralph's fire laid. Then, that
afternoon, I bathed my soul with this delightful
literature person. I own that I have had as strenu-
ous a six weeks as I ever had. I feel something
" resting " in the bairns, while beginning again
the routine here to-day.
Saturday afternoon they all elected to come
with me in pony-chair, with the promise of fishing
between tea and dinner, rabbit - shooting after
dinner by moonlight.
This last, I thought, sounded doubtful, but

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