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Rh to cold. A heavy shower or two had fallen through the night, and though it had not much effect in refreshing the pastures, the garden looked revived, and he took her through it.

"If anything ever vexes or troubles me," said he, "I always get best out of it when I am out of doors, and on horseback, so you must get Phemie's riding-skirt, and I'll mount you on Brownie, and show you the country. I don't know how it may look to your travelled eyes, but I think it a very fine country hereabouts."

"Yes, I like it very well. Dear papa said yesterday that every mile after we left the township brought us into prettier scenery, but—but—but—" and here the poor weary heart broke out afresh, "what is scenery to me now?"

"I wanted to ask you if you would like your poor father to be laid here;" said Allan. "It is thirty miles to the nearest churchyard, and that is a strange place to you. And if he was laid beside our poor Patrick, under that sheaoak and the three willows, this place would seem more like home to you. But it's for you to choose. We will do just as you like."

"Then I think I would like him to rest here, for it is not so much like taking him from me."

"But is there really nothing better for you to do than to stop with us, where we would make