“Butyou’renotintheHebridesnow。”persistedAllan;“andI
expectourfriendsfromthecottageto-morrowevening。Youcan’tstarttillafterto-morrow。MissGwiltisgoingtogiveussomemoremusic，andyouknowyoulikeMissGwilt’splaying。”
Midwinterturnedasidetobucklethestrapsofhisknapsack。
“GivemeanotherchanceofhearingMissGwiltwhenIcomeback。”
hesaid，withhisheaddown，andhisfingersbusyatthestraps。