Kilmeny of the Orchard 
     
    
   
   
    
     to a given point of inquiry through all the 
     
     bewildering mazes of old Robert’s con- 
     
     versation. 
     
    

    
     “ Away up yander, half a mile in from 
     
     Radnor road, with a thick spruce wood 
     
     atween them and all the rest of the world. 
     
     They never go away anywheres, except to 
     
     church—they never miss that—and no- 
     
     body goes there. There’s just old 
     
     Thomas, and his sister Janet, and a niece 
     
     of theirs, and this here Neil we’ve been 
     
     talking about. They’re a queer, dour, 
     
     cranky lot, and I will say it, Mother. 
     
     There, give your old man a cup of tea and 
     
     never mind the way his tongue runs on. 
     
     Speaking of tea, do you know Mrs. Adam 
     
     Palmer and Mrs. Jim Martin took tea to- 
     
     gether at Foster Reid’s last Wednesday 
     
     afternoon? ” 
     
    

    
     “ No, why, I thought they were on bad 
     
     terms,” said Mrs. Williamson, betraying 
     
     a little feminine curiosity. 
     
    

    
     “ So they are, so they are. But they 
     
     both happened to visit _Mrs. Foster the 
     
    
   
   
    
     SO