Jock's inheritance

IT was four o'clock in the afternoon in the beginning of January. The room was cosy and comfortable. Outside, there was a bitter north-east wind; the grey dusk hid the opposite...

The child had been wildly excited for the first half of the journey. Her tongue and limbs were in perpetual motion. Climbing up and down on the seat to see out of the window, pu...

THE day had been wet and cheerless. Orris had hardly moved from her chair in the library, except to go to and fro between her big table and the bookcase. She had seen Pippa at m...

IN spite of Orris's reluctance, Pippa had won the day. And at four o'clock the next day, she and her aunt were standing outside the gate. They were not kept waiting, for Jock Mu...

"If the Little Elf would like to have a surprise and unearth buried treasure, let her go into the big bedroom at the top of the staircase, and press a little knob in the wall un...

ORRIS did not delay in making her plans. She started at once for the village, but on the way she met Jock Muir striding along as if he were in a walking race.

"It's past my comprehension," said Dugald, eyeing the rows of books in front of him critically, "how a catalogue can take so long in the making. I bet you I would do it in a for...

IT was Sunday afternoon. Orris sat under one of the old apple trees in the orchard in a lounge wicker chair. Pippa was sprawling on a plaid rug at her feet. She disdained chairs...

PIPPA was not allowed to see her aunt that evening. Owing to the sleeping-draught, Orris had some sleep, but she was very feverish the next morning, and suffered acutely. Mrs. P...

"Yes, for the night. Mother begged her to stay longer, but she and her son are going to the 'Golden Bells' in the village. They seem to prefer it. How is Orris? I can't tell you...

AWAY down in Devonshire was a little village by the sea. As yet no motor-bus had touched it, for it could only be reached by one of the old pack-horse lanes, and the way was ste...

AS the days went on, Orris began to wonder whether she should ever hear of Jock Muir again. Though she had told him not to write or follow her, she inconsistently began to want...

"She is sinking fast," she said, as she held out her hand to him, "but she still murmurs your name. She has had no sleep for twenty-four hours, but she is barely conscious."

CHRISTMAS found Orris and Pippa still at Cudweed Chase, and though Jock would have had it otherwise, he had to possess his soul in patience. Miss Lyle spent Christmas with them,...

IT was Orris's wedding day, and though March had come in like a lion, it was going out, as proverbially it should, like a lamb. It was a still bright day. The sea lay serene and...

MARIE LAING wrote and asked Orris and her husband up to town for a week. She lived in a small house in Kensington Gore. She told Orris frankly why she wanted them both.