"I
have had a great night and I have played you all to death; but you will
forgive me. I was lonely for the chanter. I have not touched it since I
left home."
There was a universal cry of protest as they gathered about him.
"Indeed, Mr. Cameron, you have given us all a rare treat," cried Isa,
coming close to him, "and I only wish you could pipe and dance at the
same time."
"That's so!" cried Mack, "but what's the matter with the fiddle, Isa?
Come, Danny, strike up. Let them have a reel together."
Cameron glanced at Mandy, who was standing impatiently waiting. Perkins
caught the glance.
"Oh, please let him stay, Mandy," he pleaded.
"He can stay if he likes," sniffed Mandy scornfully. "I got no string on
him; but I'm goin' home. Good-night, everybody."
"Good-night, Mandy," called Perkins. "Tell them we're comin'."
"Just a moment, Mandy!" said Cameron, "and I'm with you. Another time
I hope to do a reel with you, Miss MacKenzie," he said, bidding her
good-night, "and I hope it will be soon."
"Remember, then," cried Isa, warmly shaking hands with him. "I will keep
you to your promise at the picnic."
"Fine!" said Cameron, and with easy grace he made his farewells and set
off after Mandy, who by this time was some distance down the lane.
"You needn't come for me," she said, throwing her voice at him over her
shoulder.
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