"
"Macnulty, if there ever was an idiot you are one," said Lady Eustace,
throwing up her hands. "To think that I should get a pony for my cousin
Frank out of one of the mail carts."
"I daresay I am an idiot," said Miss Macnulty, resuming her novel.
Lady Eustace was, of course, obliged to have recourse to Gowran, to whom
she applied on the Monday morning. Not even Lizzie Eustace, on behalf of
her cousin Frank, would have dared to disturb Mr. Gowran with
considerations respecting a pony on the Sabbath. On the Monday morning she
found Mr. Gowran superintending four boys and three old women, who were
making a bit of her ladyship's hay on the ground above the castle. The
ground about the castle was poor and exposed, and her ladyship's hay was
apt to be late.
"Andy," she said, "I shall want to get a pony for the gentlemen who are
coming to the cottage. It must be there by Tuesday evening."
"A pownie, my leddie?"
"Yes; a pony. I suppose a pony may be purchased in Ayrshire, though of all
places in the world it seems to have the fewest of the comforts of life."
"Them as find it like that, my leddie, needn't bide there.
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