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THE AUTHOR'S DAUGHTER.
There were besides Tom Cross, who, with his leg well bandaged up, ate a good meal off a colonial of which stood at one end of-the kitchen, and two travellers looking for work, who had got lodgings for the night and a morning meal before setting out again on their quest. All but our poor orphan brought heavy appetites with them; but Mrs. Lindsay's hospitable entreaties and offers of anything and every thing on the table could not induce Amy to eat more than would feed a mavis. Allan went out and fetched a few bunches of ripe grapes, a dozen of rosy peaches, and a little basket of figs from the garden. "Perhaps you could eat some of these," said he. "They are all cool, for the sun has not been on them; try something more than that poor cup of tea."
"Thir 'ill be the figs that's spoke of in Scripture," sid Donald McClure. "A' the figs that e'er I saw in the city of Glasgow was sauted wi' sugar, but thir's the green figs I'se warrant, and they grow in the garden here. It's a wonderful country this.""Taste them, Donald," said Allan, and he handed him the basket. But the taste of figs to a, novice is generally disappointing, and Donald expressed his opinion that though the green figs might make a good plaster for King Hezekiah, them that was sauted with sugar was better to