was there any sign of the good Duncan. The heavy framework of the whim loomed dispiritingly through the rain. There was nothing else to look at.
'How do you work a whim?' all at once asked the visitor.
'By driving a horse round and round,' Jim answered; and he came and looked out at a respectful distance from her.
'How very lively! I should rather like to see one working.'
'We don't do it in wet weather; there's plenty of water without. But if you cared to come some hot-wind day, miss, I'd show you the whole thing, and welcome.'
There was no eagerness in his tone; the invitation was inspired by a civil instinct, nothing more; and at that moment Jim-of-the-Whim was as good a misogynist as he had ever been. But Miss Jenny was rude enough not to answer; and Jim became exasperated: and that was the beginning of it all.
'Will you look round again to see the whim at work?' Jim asked, out of pure pique.
