David found that life with his father now was life with an
unamiable hornet. Careless as he affected to be of his father's
vagaries, he was tried almost to madness, and fled away at every
moment to Kenmuir; for, as he told Maggie, "I'd sooner put up wi'
your h'airs and h'imperences, miss, than wi' him, the wemon that
he be!"

At length the great day came. Fears, hopes, doubts, dismays, all
dispersed in the presence of the reality.

Cup Day is always a general holiday in the Daleland, and every
soul crowds over to Silverdale. Shops were shut; special trains ran
in to Grammoch-town; and the road from the little town was dazed
with char-a-bancs, brakes, wagonettes, carriages, carts,
foot-passengers, wending toward the Dalesman's Daughter.

And soon the paddock below that little inn was humming with the
crowd of sportsmen and spectators come to see the battle for the
Shepherd's Trophy.

There, very noticeable with its red body and yellow wheels, was
the great Kenmuir wagon. Many an eye was directed on the
handsome young pair who stood in it, conspicuous and
unconscious, above the crowd: Maggie, looking in her simple print
frock as sweet and fresh as any mountain flower; while David's
fair face was all gloomy and his brows knit.

In front of the wagon was a black cluster of Dalesmen, discussing
M'Adam's chances. In the centre was Tammas holding forth. Had
you passed close to the group you might have heard: "A man, d'yo