But , storm , or no storm , Donald meant to go over the bay that evening to see Nancy Sherman . He was thinking of her as he played ` Annie Laurie , ' for Nancy was more beautiful than the lady of the song . ` Her face , it is the fairest that e'er the sun shone on , ' hummed Donald -- and oh , he thought so , too ! He did not know whether Nancy cared for him or not . He had many rivals . But he knew that if she would not come to be the mistress of his new house no one else ever should . So he sat there that afternoon and dreamed of her , as he played sweet old songs and rollicking jigs on his fiddle . `` While he was playing a sleigh drove up to the door , and Neil Campbell came in . Donald was not overly glad to see him , for he suspected where he was going . Neil Campbell , who was Highland Scotch and lived down at Berwick , was courting Nancy Sherman , too ; and , what was far worse , Nancy 's father favoured him , because he was a richer man than Donald Fraser . But Donald was not going to show all he thought -- Scotch people never do -- and he pretended to be very glad to see Neil and made him heartily welcome . `` Neil sat down by the roaring fire , looking quite well satisfied with himself . It was ten miles from Berwick to the bay shore , and a call at a half way house was just the thing . Then Donald brought out the whisky . They always did that eighty years ago , you know . If you were a woman , you could give your visitors a dish of tea ; but if you were a man and did not offer them a ` taste ' of whisky , you were thought either very mean or very ignorant . '' ` You look cold , ' said Donald , in his great , hearty voice . ` Sit nearer the fire , man , and put a bit of warmth in your veins . It 's bitter cold the day . And now tell me the Berwick news .
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