--Are
ye gaeing to second kirk, Robin?"
"I do not think so. But I'll walk over the moor with you."
The meal ended. Thomas and Willy went forth to the barn. Menie and
Merran began to clear the table. They were not going to second kirk,
and so the work was left to their hand. Jenny bustled to get on again
her Sunday gear. She would not have missed, for a pretty, afternoon
kirk and all the neighbors who were twice-goers. It was fair and
theater and promenade and kirk to her in one--though of course she
only said "kirk."
They walked over the moor, Jarvis Barrow and Jenny and Robin and
Elspeth. And at a crossing path they came upon a figure seated on a
stone and found it to be that of the laird of Glenfernie.
"Gude day, Glenfernie!"
"Good day, White Farm!"
He joined himself to them. For a moment he and Robin Greenlaw were
together.
"Do you know what I hear them calling you?" quoth the latter. "I hear
them say 'The wandering laird!'"
Alexander smiled. "That's not so bad a name!"
He walked now beside Jarvis Barrow. The old man's stride was hardly
shortened by age. The two kept ahead of the two women, Greenlaw,
Thomas, and the sheep-dog Sandy.
"It's a bonny day, White Farm!"
"Aye, it's bonny eneuch, Glenfernie. Are ye for kirk?"
"Maybe so, maybe not. I take much of my kirk out of doors.
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