"Oh, what is it, grandad! Why is Kirsty ringing two bells and oh, what is he saying?" Grandfather Carrick had come out of his cottage and stood in the small yard place that a young oak had nearly filled with a carpet of leaves. He was a medium-sized man with reddish hair streaked with white, and a spare reddish beard, rather ragged, bright blue eyes and a nose _retroussé_ at the best, but in moments of temper or disdain it turned almost upside down, as now.…
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