The Mountain Girl by Emma Payne Erskine Chapter 20 Page 3

“To them it’s the natural order of things, just as you implied in regard to me.”

“Hark, James. Now, that’s a catbird!”

“And not a thrush?”

“The other was a thrush. I know the difference.”

“Wise little woman! Come. There’s that young man getting up a fever by fretting. We said — I said we would come early.”

“James, I’m going to stay up here and let you go to that stupid wedding down in Farington without me.”

“Perhaps we may have something interesting up here, if you’ll hurry a little.”

“What is it, James?”