"

"Who is Guff, my deah?"

"Don't you know Guff?"

"No; I am not awahe that I do."

"Oh Guffee am de niggah
Wif de tah on his heel;
He done trabble roun' so libely
Dat he's wuff a mighty deal."

"You do not shuhly mean Maguffin?"

"Of course I do; who else could be Guff?"

"No, I shall not take Maguffin, seeing we come right back. Had we been
going to put up anywheah, of couhse, he would have been indispensable."

"What a funny name! Do you mean the waggonette?"

"By what, Mahjohie?"

"By this fencepail?"

"Silly child, I did not say that. I said indispensable, which means,
cannot be done without."

"Oh!" answered Marjorie; "it's a long word, is it?"

There was no necessity for starting before ten, at which hour Timotheus
brought round the waggonette, and Maguffin the colonel's horse. The
Squire assisted the two Marjories to the front seat, and took his place
beside the younger. The colonel chivalrously bowed to the ladies while
on foot; then, he mounted his horse with a bound, and the transport and
escort trotted away. Mr. Terry, alone and neglected, betook himself to
the Carruthers children, who soon found many uses to which a
good-natured grandfather could be put, to the advantage and pleasure of
his grandchildren.

CHAPTER XX.

The Collingwood Arrivals--Coristine Goes to the Post Office--Mr.
Perrowne is Funny--Bang's Note and the Lawyer's Fall--Coristine in
Hospital--Miss Carmichael Relents--Bangs on the Hunt--The
Barber--Mr. Rigby on Wounds--Berry-Picking with the New
Arrivals--The Lawyer's Crisis--Matilda's--Miss Carmichael in
Charge.

The train had just come in when Squire Carruthers' party arrived at the
station, so nicely had he timed his driving. As there was nobody to hold
the horses, he kept his seat, while Coristine, looking faultlessly neat
in his town dress, came forward and assisted Miss Carmichael and
Marjorie to alight. Having asked the former's permission, the lawyer
introduced Miss Graves, a young lady not unlike Miss Du Plessis in
stature and carriage, but with larger, though handsome, features and
lighter complexion. Then, Mr. Douglas, a fine-looking blonde man of
masculine Scottish type, was made acquainted with his fair client, and
with her nominal guardian on the box. Finally, the colonel, standing by
his horse's head, bowed with genial dignity to the new arrivals, and
warmly pressed the hand of his dear boy's