Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 Chapter I: The Collie dog
 Chapter II: "Baby hay"
 Chapter III: The old wheelbarr...
 Chapter IV: The broken umbrell...
 Chapter V: A visit to the...
 Chapter VI: A visit to the churchyard...
 Chapter VII: The young Laird
 Chapter VIII: The "royal"
 Chapter IX: "The savages"
 Chapter X: Diarmid's little...
 Chapter XI: Widow Johnstone's...
 Chapter XII: The expected...
 Chapter XIII: Bet's "something...
 Chapter XIV: All sent to bed
 Chapter XV: Going out to tea
 Chapter XVI: The family feud
 Chapter XVII: The castle on...
 Chapter XVIII: Another talk in...
 Chapter XIX: A talk with old...
 Chapter XX: A new expedition
 Chapter XXI: How they took to working...
 Chapter XXII: The examination
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Group Title: Honour and glory, or, Hard to win : a book for boys
Title: Honour and glory, or, Hard to win
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Title: Honour and glory, or, Hard to win a book for boys
Alternate Title: Hard to win
Physical Description: 192, 32 p., 1 leaf of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 17 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Hering, Jeanie, 1846-1928
George Routledge and Sons ( Publisher )
J. Ogden and Co ( Printer )
Publisher: George Routledge and Sons
Place of Publication: London ;
New York
Manufacturer: J. Odgen and Co.
Publication Date: [1880?]
Subject: Brothers and sisters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Examinations -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Courage -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Duty -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Country life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
History -- Juvenile fiction -- Scotland   ( lcsh )
Publishers' catalogues -- 1880   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1880
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United States -- New York -- New York
Statement of Responsibility: by Jeanie Hering.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Page 1
    Title Page
        Page 2
    Table of Contents
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Chapter I: The Collie dog
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
    Chapter II: "Baby hay"
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
    Chapter III: The old wheelbarrow
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
    Chapter IV: The broken umbrella
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
    Chapter V: A visit to the churchyard
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
    Chapter VI: A visit to the churchyard (continued)
        Page 40
        Page 41
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        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
    Chapter VII: The young Laird
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53-57
    Chapter VIII: The "royal"
        Page 58-66
    Chapter IX: "The savages"
        Page 67-68
        Page 69
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    Chapter X: Diarmid's little champion
        Page 76
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    Chapter XI: Widow Johnstone's cow
        Page 86
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    Chapter XII: The expected visitor
        Page 95
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    Chapter XIII: Bet's "something nice"
        Page 104
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    Chapter XIV: All sent to bed
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
        Page 116
        Page 117
        Page 118
        Page 119
        Page 120
        Page 121
    Chapter XV: Going out to tea
        Page 122
        Page 123
        Page 124
        Page 125
        Page 126
        Page 127
        Page 128
        Page 129
        Page 130
    Chapter XVI: The family feud
        Page 131
        Page 132
        Page 133
        Page 134
        Page 135
        Page 136
        Page 137
        Page 138
        Page 139
        Page 140
    Chapter XVII: The castle on fire
        Page 141
        Page 142
        Page 143
        Page 144
        Page 145
        Page 146
        Page 147
        Page 148
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    Chapter XVIII: Another talk in the wheelbarrow
        Page 150
        Page 151
        Page 152
        Page 153
        Page 154
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        Page 156
        Page 157
        Page 158
    Chapter XIX: A talk with old Jeanie
        Page 159
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        Page 161
        Page 162
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    Chapter XX: A new expedition
        Page 169
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        Page 171
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    Chapter XXI: How they took to working in earnest
        Page 179
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    Chapter XXII: The examination
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I. THE COLLIE DOG ... ... ... ... .. 5
II. "BABY HAY ... ... ... ... ... 12
III. THE OLD WHEELBARROW ... ... ... ... 21
IV. THE BROKEN UMBRELLA ...... ... ... 30
VI. A VISIT TO THE CHURCHYARD (Continued) ... 40
VII. THE YOUNG LAIRD ... ... ... ... ... 49
VIII. THE "ROYAL" .......... ...... 58
IX. "THE SAVAGES" ... ... ... ... ... 67
XI. WIDOW JOHNSTONE'S COW ... ... ... ... 86
XII. THE EXPECTED VISITOR ... .. ... ... 95
XIII. BET'S "SOMETHING NICE" ...... ...... 104
XIV. ALL SENT TO BED ... ... ... ... ... 113
XV. GOING OUT TO TEA ... ... ... ... ... 122
XVI. THE FAMILY FEUD ... ... ... ... ... 131
XVII. THE CASTLE ON FIRE ... ............. 141
XIX. A TALK WITH OLD JEANIE ... ... ... ... 159
XX. A NEW EXPEDITION ... ... ... ... 169
XXII. THE EXAMINATION ... ... ... ... ... 188



" T EAD, boys, the old Scotch history. Read of
"RX. William Wallace, of Robert the Bruce, of
Rob Roy M'Gregor, the heroes who made our land
the field and scene for daring deeds, valour, and
chivalry. Stir up your sleeping souls to do something
for honour and glory !"
Two boys of twelve and fourteen were sitting on a
wooden bench in a tiny Scotch kitchen, and listening
to a strange-looking, wrinkled old woman, who, with
one veined bony hand resting on a stick, and the other
held above her head, was bidding them live for their
country, and to follow the steps of the heroes of old.
The elder of the two lads had a thin, sallow-toned

6 Honour and Glory.
face, and a somewhat sickly expression. His hands
were brown, and evidently accustomed to careless ex-
posure in weather of all kinds-to bumps, bruises, and
hurts in general-but his knickerbockered legs looked
remarkably like a couple of thin lucifer-sticks, in spite
of enormously thick homespun home-knitted stock-
ings. He was not ill-made, and there was a pleasant
look in the boy's face; and whilst he sat and listened
there came a faint flush in his cheek, and the fingers,
which held a little earthen jug on his knees, twitched
The younger boy wore a brown kilt, which dis-
closed a pair of battered, ill-used knees and homespun
home-knitted stockings, which presented a much more
creditable appearance on him than the like articles
did on his brother. In face there was a certain family
likeness between them-a likeness chiefly in the
colour and shape of the eyes-which proclaimed
them brothers; but here all resemblance ended, for
Diarmid was stout and vigorous, with a clear, healthy
complexion and a strong frame. He was roused by the
old woman's words, for he sat bent forward with a
hand on each knee, and listened intently and eagerly
with mouth and eyes open.
Think !" cried the old woman, thumping her stick
on the stone floor-" think of all that has been done;
of the valorous sons our country has produced, of the
brave deeds they have done. Does the thought of it
not stir up your souls, boys? Remember that the

The Collie Dog. 7
country for which such brave men shed their blood
must have been worth fighting for. Their spirits are
yet round us," and the old woman held both arms in
the air, "and their descendants are yet living in the
old places where their forefathers lived before them,
making one wonder that the spirits of chieftains
should have dwindled into pitiful minds in mean
Diarmid, scarce knowing what he did, pulled his
thick Glengary cap from his head, showing thereby a
mass of yellow curls, and held it in his hand, giving a
sort of gasp as the old woman finished speaking.
"Tell us something about the Bruce, or of Rob
Roy," said the elder brother, nicknamed the Gowk,"
which, being translated into English, means an
awkward, stupid fellow.
"Ah! but William Wallace was worth the two of
them put together," said the old woman, eagerly;
"for when despair and terror were through the land,
when the heart and spirit of the country were broken,
one man arose, and travelled glen and mountain,
shaking the benumbed, warming the chilled, setting
one and all on fire with his own enthusiasm, till the
news spread, and the people took heart, and gathered
and gathered till a brave band was ready to fight for
Scotland. I think my spirit must have been with
them, for in my mind's eye I see it all so clearly before
me. Wallace, the noble young chieftain, bareheaded
on the glen-side, and the wind blowing his golden

8 Honour cad Glory.
locks, standing in the purple heather with the kilted
warriors, young and old alike drawing as close to him
as they could, for he was the fountain-head from
whence they drew their strength. Fragments of each
broken clan coming in turn, and distinguished by their
faded tartans. And whilst he spoke to them, they
would see coming from out the birken woods, through
the glens and down the hill-sides, small parties of
footsore Highlanders, to join the chief who had called
them. They trusted so entirely to him, brave men
that they were, although their faces were sorrowful,
and their heads downcast. They all came-all that
fire and sword and destruction had left -came,
showing that the heart and soul of Scotland were only
crushed, not dead."
Och I he was the man !" cried Diarmid, with all
his heart, "and I love him."
The Gowk uttered a strange sound, which might
mean anything.
He was a hero in word and deed, in manner, in
form, and in heart," continued Jean M'Gregor. No
well-nigh impossible deed was too much for him to
attempt, no passing act of charity or kindness too
small for him to perform. The little story of the
collie dog would make one love the man, if his
greatness had stopped for ever there."
"The collie dog!" cried both boys, "tell us about
it;" and the Gowk gave a sort of writhe, and moved
the earthen jug he held on his knees, whilst Diaimid's

The Collie Dog. 9
eyes flashed, and he dropped his cap, and held out
his arm to testify his desire to hear the tale.
"It was before the world had heard much of
Wallace. In England they only knew that a 'rebel'
had raised the Scottish standard, and standing under
it on the heights, had blown with his bugle the
pibroch of Lanarkshire, and to the crowds who had
gathered he shouted the cry of 'Death to our oppres-
sors! Vengeance to the foes of Scotland!' But
the rebel band was yet small, and had, after a few
skirmishes, taken refuge in the mountain fastnesses.
But even these few skirmishes had shown the oppres-
sors what manner of man our hero was; and he was
singled out, and a price laid on his bonny fair head,
and parties of English soldiers ventured far into the
mountains searching for him. There was a faithful
dog who followed him about, and one of the men
knew this dog by sight, which was seen alone on some
rocky cliffs. With a shout they rushed up to it, where
it stood with its bristles up to receive them. They
found themselves at the entrance of a great, gloomy,
shelving cavern, dark as.midnight in its recesses
above and beyond, and the four men stood still
hesitatingly, although they knew that if the rebel was
hidden therein it was probably alone, for there was
not much shelter there. The rocky precipitous sides
of the cavern, which led up to shelves where he
might be hidden, were too steep for them to climb,
and at the further end in the darkness they scarce

10 Honour and Glory.
knew what might await them if they went up there;
they themselves might be surprised, and shut in and
killed. Let us kill the dog, at any rate," said one;
and they bound the poor animal down, and with their
swords began to torture it, saying loudly, 'If Sir
William Wallace has the tender heart of which his
followers boast, he will not see his dog killed.' A
howl broke from the poor dog, and a laugh from the
man, and then the animal made a frantic plunge at
the nearest assailant; and with sudden alarm that he
would break loose and attack them, they started and
stood together by the walls of the cavern, when
suddenly, without a sound or sight to warn them, a
strong, powerful form from some height in the cavern
fell crash on two of the men, felling them senseless to
the earth. There was a loud yell uttered at the same
time, which so terrified the other two, that one fled
away like the wind, and the other was speedily over-
come. This man, who could not see an animal
tortured, was William Wallace, the Hero of Scotland !"
Diarmid shook his head, and there were tears in
his eyes; whilst the Gowk muttered, He must have
been awfully strong."
Strong did you ever hear what the old lady told
our James the First-she was of the house of Erskine,
and he was asking her many questions of things she
remembered in her youth-and in speaking of the
Bruce, she said, Robert was a beautiful man, and of
a fine countenance. His strength was so great that

The Collie Dog. I
he could easily have overcome any mortal man of his
time save one-Sir William Wallace. But in so far as
he excelled other men, he was excelled by Wallace,
both in stature and in bodily strength. For in wrest-
ling, Wallace could have overthrown two such men as
Robert. And he was comely as well as strong, and
full of the beauty of wisdom.'"



DIARMID closed his mouth, and trod on his cap,
and looked silently at his brother, for he
never could do much in the way of expressing his
feelings in words, particularly when he felt anything
deeply; so now, as in most emergencies, he looked
at the Gowk to say what was required; for the old
woman, when she ceased speaking, rested her two
withered hands on her stick, and her head on them.
Now, it must be fairly understood that the elder
brother had not been christened "Gowk." One of
the first things he had learnt to say in baby days had
been his own name, and had you asked him what it
was, he would have said, "Maxwell Hay"; but,
dating even from those baby days, he had a singularly
awkward manner of performing the smallest action
required of him, which, at a very early period of his
career, earned for himself the title of the Gowk."
Now, as he was the eldest of the family, the three
who came after him learnt in turn to call him "Gowk,"
and it is even to be doubted whether Flora, the
youngest one, six years old at the present time, knew
that he had by right and law another name.

"Baby Hay." 13
Both these boys, born and bred in an out-of-the-
way part of the Highlands, had alike a large portion
of ancient Scottish enthusiasm, loyalty, pride, and
superstition, and, like Diarmid, the Gowk was moved
by the old woman's words and the fire which there
was in her eyes and manner, though he did not know
exactly what to say; he knew that they had sat for a
very long while in that tiny kitchen, and Aunt Effie
would be expecting them back, and that it was high
time they were going; and yet he did not like to
offend the old woman by dropping suddenly into
commonplaces, so, after sitting and returning Diar-
mid's silent stare for a few minutes, he said, awkwardly
enough, Here is the broth "
Diarmid was disgusted.
The old woman, Jean M'Gregor, raised her head
and looked at him, and when she had collected her
thoughts, she said, Ou, aye, the broth! your auntie
is aye good to me, and she makes better broth than
anyone in the country She was taught it by her
grandmother, whose mother made it many a time with
her own hands for Prince Charlie-Scotland's heir, as
they called him."
"Aunt Effiie said we must not be late," muttered
the Gowk, because the servants were busy washing,
and we were to get our tea earlier than usual;" and
he stood up so suddenly and abruptly, that the old
woman gave a great start.
"Just never mind him, Jeanie," apologised Diarmid;

14 Honour and Glory.
"but perhaps we had better go, as Aunt Effie does
not like being kept waiting ; but you will tell us about
the great-grandmother again, won't you, Jeanie ? and
Bet would not like to miss the story."
"Well, well, wee Bet can come and hear it if she
likes, but she will never be as bonny as her great-
grandmother was before her."
"We will come again," said the Gowk. I like to
hear about all the chiefs and heroes !"
"Aye, boys! and read, read, read! and remember
that the honour and glory of your country are always
to be worked for; remember that your forefathers,
who were chiefs and heroes, fought beside Wallace at
Stirling, and by Bruce at Bannockburn, and do not
let their efforts be in vain. If you cannot be heroes,
at any rate never lose sight of your country's good.
Think of this now while life is before you. The
Gowk is not good for much, but you, Diarmid, why
Wallace himself might have been just such another
boy as you are at your age."
Diarmid's breast heaved, a flush passed over his
face, and he shook his yellow curls away from his
brow, as he and Jean M'Gregor looked into one
another's eyes.
Aunt Effie wanted the jug back again," said the
Gowk, in his unfortunately rough tones.
The soup was poured into a basin, and the jar given
back to the Gowk, and then both boys said Good-
night, Jeanie !" and disappeared.

"Baby Hay." 15
Now, the disappearance of the boys was character-
istic. Diarmid, with his big thick boots and sturdy
limbs, had a great deal of easy grace and agility in
his every movement and walk, which showed his
descent from a line of Highlanders accustomed to
tread the hills and heather. With two bounds he had
passed the door, sliding clear of everything in his
way, and was gone. The poor Gowk, equally
descended from the same line-at one time chiefs-
turned round twice, stumbled first over the water-
stoup" and then against the wall; and whilst old
Jean M'Gregor was wondering what next he would
tumble over, he fell against the doorway, knocking
his left shoulder; but finally he, too, disappeared.
Down the glen went the boys, springing over rocks
and waterfalls, and clearing every difficulty in the way
by jumping over it, sometimes taking wonderful leaps,
which would have astonished town-bred eyes; and
Diarmid, in his agile manner, and the Gowk in his
clumsy way, both attained the same end; and, long
before a more sober-paced pedestrian could have
thought of such a thing, a white house with a row of
out-buildings and barns came in sight.
This was home," where Aunt Effie, and Bet, and
wee Flora were expecting them, and where they all
lived with Uncle James, who with Aunt Effie were as
parents to the four orphan nephews and nieces.
They approached the house after their usual custom,
which was as the crow flies," making straight for the

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direction in which they were bound, with a total dis-
regard of roads, paths, and ordinary guides of loco-
motion. Both had by this time found their tongues,
for they had no difficulty in expressing their senti-
ments to one another. And so eagerly were they
discussing the characters of the heroes of history-
Wallace in particular, as star and king over all others
-that they scarcely noted how near they were drawing
to the walls of the White House, when all at once a
little clear shrill voice startled them by piping, Boys,
boys, you are later than ever !"
The boys paused, and turned towards the direc-
tion from whence the voice came.
In an open barn was an empty cart, resting with its
shafts on the ground, and in the cart stood a very
independent-looking little girl. She had on a washed-
out cotton dress, which was almost covered by a
holland pinafore that was not so clean as it might have
been; but above it there was a sweet little face and
long yellow hair, with a white sun-bonnet tied over it.
She had no shoes and stockings on, and her arms
were folded behind her. Her head was held back,
and there was the queerest little impertinent expres-
sion of self-assertion on her face. Perhaps it did not
wear that expression for everybody, but likely enough
she was accustomed to impertinence from the boys,
so she judged it best to be prepared for it.
"You are always later than ever," she added, as
they paused.

"' Baby Hay." 17

"Baby, you are an Irishman," said the Gowk.
And you are an Irishwoman," she retorted, stamp-
ing her small foot in the cart.
I say, you will catch it if Aunt Effie sees you,"
said Diarmid; "you are going about without your
shoes and stockings again."
Baby looked down at her feet, and muttered to her-
self, So I am; I quite forgot to put them on"; and
all her dignity vanished, and she tumbled herself out
of the cart, and without deigning another look at her
brothers, or thanking them for reminding her that she
would inevitably be scolded for her propensities,
she bundled along past them, and into the White
House by a back door. And the boys went on their
way, also in by the same back door, without smiling
or looking at her again.
They were so accustomed to the sight of her, that
they scarcely knew what she looked like. But she
was always growing, whilst her things got too short
for her-short in the petticoats, short in the waist;
and she had such an unconquerable hankering after
barefooted freedom, in imitation of the village children,
who in Scotland always run barefooted, that, do what
she would, Aunt Effie never could keep that child's
shoes and stockings on her feet. Then there was the
long yellow hair, and lastly the sun-bonnet, which
always slipped down the back of her head when she
began to run. If the boys were present when this
happened, they would often catch hold of it and drag

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her back by it, until she was almost black in the face
from choking, and then she would bite and kick and
scratch like a kitten; at any rate, the sun-bonnet was
very seldom on her head: it was generally hanging
round her neck, back or front. This was wee Flora,
or Baby Hay," as she was more generally called in
the village of Inverneen.
The White House was a strangely-built old place,
to which one addition after another had been made
and the "parlour," as the dining-room was called,
was on the ground-floor, with windows on three
different sides of the room; and in a remarkably
short time after their conversation with Baby, the boys
were sitting on two chairs in this room, with some
change in their appearance. The Gowk's sandy-toned
hair, and Diarmid's yellow locks, were alike fresh
from the brush, whilst their tanned faces were polished
and shining, from a recent encounter with soap and
water. Nor was Baby long after them in making her
appearance, in grand scarlet stockings, knitted by
Aunt Effie, and shoes, kept on by a button which was
for ever coming off. The sun-bonnet was gone, but
there was no other change in her; and, taking no notice
of the boys, she went up to the table, and standing in
her favourite position, with her arms folded behind
her, she proceeded to acquaint herself with what there
was for tea. After some scrutiny, she remarked, ad-
dressing anyone whom it might interest, If I had a
tea-table I would have jam-lots of jam every night."

"Baby Hay." 19

"Boys not home yet ?" asked a firm voice suddenly
at the door.
Oh yes, aunt, long ago said both boys at the
same time.
Oh and Baby got her shoes and stockings on,
and the tea all ready? very well. Gowk, go and tell
Uncle James to come; and Diarmid, put the chairs
round. Baby, leave the table alone."
This was Aunt Effie who had come in; a very tall,
handsome woman, with a firm, determined face and a
commanding presence.
Baby sat down in her own place in a great hurry,
so as to be quite ready for tea when it was ready for
A few minutes afterwards, a tall, thin, overgrown-
looking man walked in. He wore a pair of spectacles
on the tip of his nose, which turned up and made a
convenient resting-place for them; but his grey,
dreamy eyes were always wandering about far above
them, and making, as far as one could judge, no
earthly use of them. This was Uncle James, who,
after his usual absent fashion, was going straight to-
wards his end of the table. He pulled out the ugly
old arm-chair he was in the habit of sitting in, and
just as he was going to sit down, a very quick and
decided sound of two pairs of thick boots was heard.
This was Bet and the Gowk, in a great hurry to see
who would get in to tea first. The Gowk won, and
in his awkward manner was swaying past Uncle


20 Honour and Glory.
James's chair, trying to steer clear of it, only to steer
clear of anything was a feat yet unachieved by the
Gowk, and he caught his foot in it, and with a dash
took himself into violent collision with the piano,
carrying Uncle James's chair with him into the crash.
Poor Uncle James had to recall himself very
suddenly from dreamland, and only saved himself
from dropping on to the floor with a thump by catch-
ing hold of the tea-table with a violent clutch.
They were all so used to the Gowk's performances
in this line, that nobody said a word or smiled, with
the exception of Baby, and it was some time after they
had all recovered their breaths that she began to
giggle, in her absurd, piping voice ; but it always took
her a long while to realise anything, and she had a
habit of laughing at anything very long after it had
Bet stood quite still in the doorway. She had a
large portion of "woman's wit," and very speedily
seeing the probable crash that would follow the Gowk's
headlong career, no sooner did he touch Uncle James's
chair, than she stood quite still, just to show everyone
that she was entirely out of the affair, and that no
blame could be attached to her.


BET'S real name was Elizabeth, which had begun
by being "Bessie," from which it had de-
generated into Bet." She, like the rest of the Hay
family, was tall and well-made-a great, strong-looking
girl, who would have made two of the Gowk. In age
she came between him and Diarmid, and in character
she also came between them, and her hair was of an
uncertain shade between the Gowk's somewhat sandy
hair and Diarmid's golden locks. She was not so
handsome as Diarmid and Baby, nor so plain as the
Gowk, but she was just as wild, just as much addicted
to romps and mischief, as the boys were; at times
she almost outdid them in her desire not to be left
behind; but, at the same time, she had plenty of
common sense, in this respect taking after her Aunt
Uncle James, who was a very quiet, thoughtful
man, devoted to his books, and only desiring to be
left in peace with them, was somewhat afraid of the
three elder children, whom he would call the
"savages at times; and when they began their
romps, he would entreat Aunt Effie to protect him.

22 Honour and Glory.
At one time he had been in the habit of locking his
study door at the first warning of pranks beginning;
but, very unfortunately for him, something had gone
wrong with the lock of the door, so that he could not
feel safe anywhere, for the lock did not get mended,
as it is the custom in Scotland, when a misfortune
happens to anything, just to let it remain in that
Aunt Effie rarely interfered with the children's
amusements, save when she considered that they were
becoming really unruly, and then a look from her had
more weight with them than if Uncle James had
lectured them for ten days; which, by the way, was
a proceeding quite out of his line, for his words were
few as possible; indeed, he found even more difficulty
in expressing himself than Diarmid or the Gowk.
"Did you take the broth to Jeanie M'Gregor?"
inquired Aunt Effie.
"Yes," said the Gowk, making a large mouthful of
the word, as he went wandering round the room
spinning a top in his hand.
"And we brought the jug back," volunteered
"What was in the jug ?" inquired Baby, suddenly,
as an idea took possession of her that old Jean
might have put gooseberries into the jug, as had once
been the case.
"Emptiness," returned Diarmid, in the contemptuous
tone in which he usually addressed wee Flora.

The Old Wheelbarrow. 23
"Stupid!" she said, pouting, and turning her
attention to her oat-cake.
Bet then stretched her hand towards the scones,
and her sleeves caught her plate and tipped it up just
a very little. The Gowk saw this, and, intending to
be very clever, made a dash at her plate to set it
straight again, only in so doing he upset his own tea,
and with such suddenness arid violence that half the
contents of the tea-cup went right across the table
into Baby's plate.
"Boy, you are past all enduring!" cried Aunt
Effie. "You surely are the most unlucky body that
ever was !" Whilst Uncle James, after his usual
custom, shook his head sorrowfully, and muttered,
"Dear me-dear me "
Bet was sent to fetch a cloth to dab the table with.
No one ever thought of setting the Gowk to repair
mischief which he had wrought;. it had long ago been
settled that he only made bad worse, and got himself
out of the frying-pan right into the fire.
When tea was over, Diarmid said, very mysteriously,
to Bet, Come away out of doors ; I want to tell you
what Jeanie M'Gregor said."
The Gowk, Bet, and Diarmid, with a certain slow-
ness and mystery, went out at the back door. The
children, who were for ever in and out with dirty
boots, were always expected to go in and out by this
back door.
"Where are you going ? Let me come too ?"

24 Honour and Glory.
No, you can't come with us, because you went
without shoes and stockings again, and we are going
to talk secrets."
Baby was mortified, and stood still, a forlorn-looking
little figure, in the doorway, watching the others go
At a short distance from the house was a fir-tree
wood, and just at the entrance to the wood stood a
rotten old wheelbarrow, much the worse for hard use
and exposure to rough weather.
"We will all sit in the wheelbarrow," said Diarmid.
I say, it is pouring with rain," said Bet.
"Never mind that," said the Gowk.
They were tall, big creatures, and the wheelbarrow
was not particularly large, so it could not have been
an over-comfortable seat; but Baby, from the back
door, no sooner witnessed the delightful scramble into
it, than she flew towards them, and, dancing and
laughing, cried, Let me in-let me in !"
"No, no; get away," said Bet.
Baby stood still, and set up a dismal howl. The
rest knew that Aunt Effie would soon appear, at this
signal, to know what they were doing to Baby; so
they had to capitulate. Bet, however, had the presence
of mind to make terms. Very well; you shall come
in-be quiet; but, first, you must go back to the house
and fetch an umbrella."
Baby only hesitated for a moment, then the scarlet-
cased legs went flying back in the direction of the

The Old Wheelbarrow. 25
back door, whilst Bet observed, She always must be
in whatever is going on." "Yes, and spoils all our
fun," added the Gowk. Whilst Diarmid, with much
mockery in his tones, observed, with a total disregard
for grammar, Wants to be as old as us."
By this time scarlet legs, yellow hair, and dirty
pinafore, and a great umbrella clasped in a tight
embrace with both arms, appeared, and as Baby
reached the wheelbarrow her great blue eyes were
sparkling, and her cheeks flushed, as she gasped,
"Here it is! oh, let me in !" Somebody took the
umbrella, whilst she carelessly clambered in amongst
them, trying to squeeze herself in, whilst nobody made
any room for her.
An hour passed-a whole hour of rain and cramp
in the wheelbarrow-and the council of four was still
sitting under the umbrella.
The Gowk and Diarmid had managed between
them to give Bet a good idea of all that Jeanie
M'Gregor had said to them; and Bet, although
receiving the intelligence in a very quiet, undemonstra-
tive manner, was as much stirred as the boys were at
the thoughts of all the heroes their country had pro-
Whether Baby was equally edified is uncertain,
and the remaining still for such a long time was a
cruel trial to her; and it was only by thumps, pinches,
pulls to her hair, and constant threatening of being
"turned out," that she was kept at all quiet.

26 Honour and Glory.

It is no use being a hero nowadays," said the
Gowk, dismally; "nobody wants any fighting or any-
"We have only one queen for both countries,"
said Diarmid. "Scotland ought to have a king; only
I do not know who would fight against the Queen; it
is a pity everybody is so contented."
"Well, at any rate, it was a king of Scotland who
became king of England too, which was better than
if it had been the other way," said Bet, consolingly.
"Well, we must do something to be heroes," cried
Diarmid, vigorously; "it is no use living if one can't
be a hero somehow. We will each think of some
heroic thing that was done, so as to get our minds
full of brave people. Go on, Bet, you begin."
Well, there was Wallace and the collie dog," said
Bet, who had little imagination and originality,
although an intense admiration for all things great
and good.
"Yes, we have been talking of that," answered
Diarmid. "Go on, Gowk."
"Well," said the Gowk, in his slow tones, and
making great mouthfuls of his words, there was a
dog-- I am not sure if it was a collie, but maybe il
was-- "
"Well, I could not say whether it was a collie for
certain, but it went to church always."
Is that all?"

The Old Wheelbarrow. 27

"Well, why do you not go on?"
"Well, the collie-at least, I am not sure if it was
a collie, but it went to church regularly every Sunday
with his master, and at last the church had to be shut
up for repairs- "
"Then it did not go, I suppose ?"
Diarmid and Bet were so accustomed to the Gowk's
mode of telling stories, which consisted in giving just
a sentence or two, and expecting to have the whole
affair pumped out of him bit by bit, that the very
moment he began they would take it in turns to shower
questions on him, till the pith of the tale was reached.
"Go on, Gowk," said Bet, encouragingly; what
did the dog do when the church was being repaired ?
Did the master go to church ? "
No. No people went, because of the repairs."
"And what did the dog do? said Baby.
He went all the same, by himself."
"Every Sunday ?"
"Every Sunday, for a month or two, till the repairs
were done, and stopped the proper time there."
Was that the hero ?" said Baby.
"Yes. I don't know any more stories about dogs."
"But we did not want to hear about dogs; we
wanted heroes," said Diarmid ; "tell another."
Well, Wallace's story was about a dog. And, you
know, on the old tombstones they used to-to-"
"What? put dogs?"

28 Honour and Glory.
"Yes, in marble, you know; always the dog there.
There was a story, but I forget it. I think Bet knows."
"Well, we do not want any more dog-stories."
"It is no use asking me," said the Gowk. Diar-
mid, you tell a story of a hero."
"I know who is the real hero," said Baby, and
when you have all guessed, I will tell you."
"I can think of nobody but Wallace, to-day," said
Diarmid, for he suffered in all ways for his country.
After beating Edward the First of England, who was
the greatest general in the world then, some of his
own countrymen, from jealousy, turned against him
and weakened his forces, so that he was unable to
continue his brave victories. Only think of a man
like that meeting with ingratitude and treachery and
at last they betrayed him into the hands of the
English, who beheaded him." And Diarmid, with
flushed cheeks, wriggled himself hastily out of the
wheelbarrow, and stood looking at Bet with a furiously
indignant expression.
"You had better get under the umbrella again,"
she said, after awhile, in her common-sensical tones.
"Bother the umbrella he said, savagely; and
catching up one of the handles of the barrow, he
upset the three who were in it on to the wet ground.
"There! why did they let the English get hold of
him then? "
"What are you doing ?" cried the Gowk, scram-
bling to his feet; and having very nearly murdered

The Old Wheelban ow. 29

Bet in so doing, he proceeded to thump Diarmid.
"We are not the English."
"Look at the umbrella !" said Baby, in foreboding
A silence and much sensation ensued, for in the
sudden and unexpected upset they had held rigidly to
the umbrella, and all three fallen on its outspread
wings. Three of its ribs had given way to undue
pressure. There was the most fearful air of collapse"
and flabbiness about its appearance as it lay on the
ground ; no one dared to touch it.
After a long, impressive silence, Diarmid, who was
the bravest of the party, got over the shock quicker
than the rest did, and tenderly and gingerly lifting the
shapeless article from the ground, he said, with horror
in his tones, "Why, if it isn't Uncle James's very
best new cotton umbrella which you brought Baby,
you goose !"
Baby was too much awed to retort: she stood
silently looking up into all their faces in turn, wonder-
ing what they would do now.



THE calamity was too awful to be freely talked
about. The Gowk replaced the wheelbarrow
in its former position, and in an absent way sat down
again on the edge of it; and seeing this, Bet sat down
on the other side, and was instantly followed by Baby,
who clambered into it again.
"Let us talk of heroes again," she said, "and
think of the umbrella afterwards. You were all wrong
in your guesses; I will tell you the real hero."
Somewhat absently the others listened to her words,
and Diarmid followed the general example, and sat
down on the barrow, and stared at the ruins of the
umbrella. "Bother the umbrella he said again,
" what did you want it for ? Surely you are all ac-
customed enough to getting wet? You were not afraid
of a little rain? Nice sort or heroes you would
make if you were frightened of weather! Why, they
endured all sorts of privations, hardships, and suffer-
ings, and that's what I am going to do. One must
begin early not to care for things. Look here, Gowk,
you and I will try for all sorts of adventures and trials,
so as to be hardened and able to do wonderful things."

The Broken Umbrella. 31
"Well, there is no time like the present," said Baby;
adding, "now I will tell you who the real hero is.
You know the farmer-old John Adair, up Loch
Anspeth-well, Aunt Effie aud Uncle James and I
went to see him."
Well? said the other three.
"Well, he has a pig, and its name is 'Hero'; so
now you know."
"I won't have anything to do with you !" cried
:Diarmid, angrily, getting up and walking away.
Stop cried Bet, anxiously running after him, and
patching hold of his arm; "I say, don't go and leave us,
Diarmid. We can'tbe left here alone with the umbrella."
Diarmid paused; and at that moment Aunt Effie
wss perceived in the distance, standing at the back
Come in out of the rain," they just heard called
to them, and then the figure disappeared.
Baby, you had better take the umbrella in; you
brought it out," said the Gowk.
"I sha'n't; I did not smash it," she said.
Well, I won't have anything to do with it," said
the Gowk.
"I think we had better bury it," suggested Diarmid.
".. But it must be got up to the house somehow,"
said Bet. I will tell you what we will do : we will
take it in turns to carry it there. Here, I will begin,"
Sand, with an attempt at boldness, she seized the
unfortunate umbrella, and tried to gather its remains

32 Hon6ur and Glory.
decently and compactly in her hands; but the three
mutilated ribs would hang helplessly.
"Carry it upside down," suggested Diarmid, who
was watching her efforts at a safe distance.
His suggestion, on the whole, was not bad. She
held it upside down, and, with it in this position,
walked towards the house, with the melancholy
procession, who were filled with solemn forebodings,
walking in a row behind her.
They had advanced some little distance, when Bet
gave a terrible start at seeing Aunt Effie again appear
at the door. Here, you take it," she said, thrusting
the umbrella into the very unwilling hands of Diarmid,
who happened to be nearest to her. And they all
stood in a cluster, looking perfectly idiotic.
What are you all standing there for in the rain ?"
called Aunt Effie.
"We are coming in a minute," said Diarmid, with
a scarlet face, and holding the umbrella tight against
the Gowk's back to conceal it.
Aunt Effie disappeared again, and at the same
instant Diarmid thrust the umbrella into the Gowk's
hand, saying, Your turn."
The Gowk carried it till within a few yards of the
back door, when he carefully put it into Baby's hand,
saying, in a low and encouraging voice, "There, you
have only a very little way to carry it "; and innocent,
unsuspecting Baby received it somewhat boldly, and
on they went again-the whole procession and the

The Broken Umbrella. 33

hated umbrella. Arrived at the door, the others went
inside; and Baby, not knowing in the least what was
expected of her, was about to follow, when she heard
Aunt Effie's voice. The others did not turn, or look,
or help her in any way, and Baby stood irresolute and
undecided for a moment or two, and then, like the
umbrella itself, she collapsed.
It was first a miserable little whine, then a howl,
then a roar, which made Aunt Effie come to the door
again, and there stood the most forlorn-looking red-
stockinged object ever seen, the heavy rain coming
straight down on the uncovered yellow hair, the dirty
pinafore much more grimy since the upset in the
wheelbarrow; her face puckered up, her mouth wide
open, with a perfect waterfall of tears running into
Sit, and an umbrella upside down held out at arm's-
"What in the name of wonder is the matter with
the child !" said Aunt Effie. Come into the house,
you stupid wee body," and Baby was pulled along by
the shoulder so quickly that she nearly fell over the
umbrella. I suppose she has hurt herself with the
umbrella," continued Aunt Effie; but Baby would
give no answer, save one yell after another, and
heroically Bet took the umbrella away from her, and,
with it, went into the hall, followed by the boys,
leaving Baby to Aunt Effie's tender mercies.
In the hall another conclave ensued. Bet was
commended for her bravery in taking the umbrella

34 Honour and Glory.
from Baby. I would not have taken it," said the
"I willnever touch an umbrella again," said Diarmid.
"I will tell you what we will do," said Bet: we
will show it to Uncle James; he will not be half so
angry as Aunt Effie. Come on."
As Bet was carrying the umbrella herself, the boys
had nothing to say against the scheme, and silently
they approached the door of Uncle James's study.
There was a knock at the door, but before Uncle
James had any time to say Come in! the door
opened suddenly, and, to his alarm, the three
"savages walked in.
Mercy me Where is Aunt Effie ?" he said.
"Dear me-dear me I what do you want?"
Bet advanced boldly, whilst the boys stood in the
doorway to see what would happen. "Look here,
uncle," she said, suddenly opening the umbrella over
his head.
It went up well, but one of its cotton sides hung
flat and helpless.
Uncle James gave a great start. It was all done
with such merciless rapidity and suddenness; and
then Bet stood, without a word, silently holding the
umbrella over him.
"What is that? he said at length, when he had
regained his breath.
"Your umbrella, uncle. Your new cotton one, too."
"Mine? My new one?"

The Broken Umbrella. 35

"Yes, uncle; look at it."
"Dear me-dear me is that possible ?"
"Won't you take it, uncle ?" she said, still holding
it out; I don't want it."
"I don't want it," said Uncle James, retreating
From its shade.
Nobody will have it," muttered the Gowk from
the door.
How in the name of wonder did this happen ?"
said Uncle James, taking his property.
"We fell out of the wheelbarrow on to it," said
Bet; and having got rid of it, she hastily retreated to
the door, and whispered to the others, the result of
which was that all three said 'together, We are very
sorry, uncle," and then they shut the door very hastily
and retreated, leaving Uncle James alone with his



" f OWK, are you awake? Wake up."
".J But the Gowk did not wake immediately,
although his dream became troubled.
"Wake, Gowk "
By this time the Gowk became dimly conscious
that his head was being violently waggled about, and
that at the same time a shadowy figure was bending
over his bed in the darkness; and in abject terror he
set up a dismal, unearthly sort of howl. Upon this
the shadowy figure, who was Diarmid, flew back
across the room to his own bed, into which he scuttled
like a rabbit into its hole.
"Was that you, Diarmid ? came at length across
the room.
Of course it was !" came back with an indignant
growl. "You are such an unlucky body; what was
the good of howling in that awful fashion? "
There was a long silence after this, till the Gowk
gave a. most energetic yawn, and then inquired, as the
thought suddenly struck him, Did you want any-
Of course I did; but it is no use thinking of

A Visit to the Churchyard. 37

anything now, you have frightened the whole house,
and Aunt Effie will be here in two minutes to know
what is the matter. You will see, they will all be
here, Baby amongst the rest."
Some little time passed, but no one came, and the
Gowk was on the very point of quietly going off to
sleep again, when Diarmid's voice said, somewhat
softly, "Do you think you could wake up without
howling ?"
"What do you want ? said the Gowk; what a
nuisance you are "
By this time Diarmid was again out of bed, and
across the floor. "Get up," he said. "Let us get
up, and go out and have an adventure in the dark."
"Oh, but it would be such a nuisance!" and the
Gowk yawned again. I think daytime is much
better for adventures."
"Oh, daytime is for everyday people; but if we
want something out of the way we ought to get up in
the night. Didn't we say we were going to accustom
ourselves to hardship and privations? You may
depend on it that all those old heroes and fellows
were up all hours of the night, hardening themselves,
till they cared nothing for cold and hunger."
All this sounded very grand; but the Gowk, when
woke suddenly from his sleep, did not feel particularly
sure that he wanted to be a hero, if heroism began by
Such desperate things as leaving bed and dream s,
rest and warmth. If this were the first step in the

38 Honour and Glory.
great direction, what awful plunge might not the
second involve ?
Yes," he said, slowly, yes, but had we not better
wait till to-morrow, and just talk it over again, and
then settle things ?"
Oh no-rubbish! Come, get up; I shall be
dressed in a moment."
There was no help.for it, the weaker nature always
had to give way to the stronger nature; and the
Gowk had to follow Diarmid's example, which he did
with slow movements, which seemed to be a silent
expostulation against the unnatural course events were
Do not put on shoes and stockings, they are only
luxuries," said Diarmid; and miserably the Gowk
followed his suggestions.
"We can't go downstairs, because Aunt Effie
would hear us," said the Gowk, more brightly than he
had yet spoken. The fact was, he thought this might
prove a stopper on the whole expedition.
"That does not much signify," replied Diarmid,
for we are not going down by the stairs."
"Not going down by the stairs !"
"No; out of the window, of course."
"We shall be smashed," said the Gowk, with full
assurance and miserable forebodings in his tone.
Rubbish! Come, open the window."
The window was just at the foot of the Gowk's bed,
and in another moment he was watching Diarmid

A Visit to the Churchyard. 39
fasten a long tartan plaid to the end of the bed; and
then, throwing the end oi it out of window, he got on
to the sill, and holding on tightly by the plaid, the
Gowk beheld him drop.
The end of the plaid reached about half-way down
the window underneath; and when Diarmid had let
himself down as far as he could go in this fashion-
which, after all, resembled a robust spider going
down a very clumsy web-he dangled about in the
air for a moment or two, and then let himself go.
Diarmid was landed safely without any hurt or
injury; and the Gowk peeped down after him, and
said, "It is all very well, you know, but I am not




"C HEAT sneak! idiot !" and a few other com-
pliments, were uttered by Diarmid, as loud as
he dared, for he feared waking some of the other
dwellers in the house, until the Gowk's slow-beating
heart had been stirred, and he again took the matter
into consideration, by inquiring, "What is it down
there ?"
Grass, and flower-beds."
"Ah, but what is in the flower-beds ?"
"Spiky things-thorns ?"
Nothing of the kind."
"There is the yellow Gloire de Dijon rose."
"Well, it is not in bloom yet."
"But the thorns are out. Great big spikes that
tree has, I know it."
"Chuck !" said Diarmid, contemptuously; "that
tree is right round here; you won't touch that unless
you try very hard, and jump right into it. Come."
"Wait a bit, there is another thing. Suppose I get
half-way and stick-I mean can't go backwards or

A Visit to thie Ciliurcliyard. 41
"That is impossible; and if you do not make
haste it will be breakfast-time."
Thus adjured, the unhappy Gowk-whom Nature
had certainly not intended for a hero-got out of the
window, and very tremblingly delivered himself over
to the tartan plaid.
Diarmid encouraged him continuously, but his
descent was most shaky and helpless. "That will do !
now let yourself go; you are close to the ground."
The Gowk let go, and fared like the little old man
in the tale, who "jumped into a gooseberry bush,
and scratched out both his eyes." Other people
might perhaps have avoided that Gloire de Dijon
rose-tree, but it was the Gowk's nature not to avoid
it; he dashed right through it, and dropped in a heap
on the ground under its branches with a groan, and
bewailed his tears and scratches, whilst Diarmid told
him that he was the most unlucky body that ever
was; and this did not console him in the slightest
The moon was nowhere to be seen, but there was
plenty of light in the sky, and all objects were plainly
discernible to the Gowk and Diarmid, who, in another
few minutes, left the house and began walking along
the highroad. It was early summer, the light frosts
had not entirely disappeared, and the earth struck
chill and the stones sharp to the Gowk's bare feet,
and he could have cried, with general misery and

42 Honour and Glory.
"Where are we going to?" he inquired at length
of his brother.
Well, to begin with, suppose we go to the church-
To the churchyard !" and the unfortunate Gowk
felt that his trials had but begun. *
"Yes, of course; to the churchyard at midnight;
that is the thing to do; it will be about midnight by
the time we get there, I suppose. Probably we shall
not see anything, but, anyway, it will harden our
nerves to have them strung up a bit."
The Gowk's nerves were already "strung up a
bit"; moreover, he much doubted whether the result
would be a hardening of these same nerves. He said
to himself that he had no taste for churchyards at
midnight, and that if there were to be any alarms and
further stringing up of nerves, the probability was
that he would thoroughly disgrace himself.
"What a chap you are for not talking !" said Diar-
mid, at length, when he had been for some time
romancing on the honour and glory of heroism, and
the braving and enduring hardships for the benefit of
one's country-the dim churchyard, indistinct but
discernible, lay but a short distance along the road
before them; "you never have anything to say for
yourself. I do not believe that you are enjoying
yourself one bit."
"Oh yes, I am," said the Gowk, valiantly. "I
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A Visit to the Churchyard. 43
The road led along the sea-shore; and on one side
of them the great dark heaving mass of waters was
more heard and felt than seen, and just on the other
side lay the churchyard, dark, mysterious, and silent.
You don't want to go inside, I suppose," said the
Gowk, plucking Diarmid's sleeves, as they reached
the gate, and stood both looking over at the mass of
stone headings to the graves.
"I do not know; what do you think?" said Diar-
mid, somewhat under his breath. Now that he was
face to face with the churchyard, he realized that it
was tremendously quiet, and dark, and queer. He
was ashamed to own that he would rather not pass in
at the gate and be amongst those crooked tombstones,
so he only testified this feeling by a sudden reliance
on the Gowk's judgment.
Somewhat to his surprise, and not altogether to his
delight, the Gowk said, "Very well, we will go in
now, as we have come;" being suddenly brave for
the first and only time in his life.
Very gently, very softly, they unfastened the gate,
and went in. On the other side the old wall was
broken down, and the way stood open to the moor.
The two boys lowered their eye-brows, and stared
searchingly right and left, with fresh vigilance at every
step they took, so as to be sure that there was nothing
to be "seen or "heard."
I think it is time we were going," said the Gowk,
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44 Honour and Glory.
yard, which was, as is too commonly the case in
Scotland, terribly neglected, through the bigoted
notion, not yet extinct, that it is a papistical fashion
to decorate and ornament graves. It is high time
we were out of this."
Oh, murder !" muttered Diarmid, giving a violent
start, and suddenly catching hold of the Gowk; "I
thought there was something moving behind us. It
was the grass and weeds, I suppose;" and he looked
suspiciously all round his feet.
It is an awful place to come to," said the Gowk;
"and-mercy-what's that? Oh, we're all dead,
Diarmid !"
Diarmid and the Gowk both stared petrified at a
silent, pale something which clearly moved, at some
little distance from them.
Hush, for pity's sake and perhaps it won't see
us," muttered Diarmid, feeling every bit of his flesh
turn to goose-skin.
"It's all your doing, Diarmid; and we will never
get out of this alive It's flying in the face of Provi-
dence?" moaned the Gowk, dropping down in the
long frosty grass, and clutching hold of the brown
But Diarmid was not going to be left standing up
alone, sole object perceptible to the "moving some-
thing," and he threw himself down over the Gowk,
grovelling on the ground, and trusting that the Gowk
was more visible than he was.

A Visit to the Churchyard. 45
The object moved again, and then a terrible sound
rang through the churchyard, echoed in loud tones by
both heroes in the grass, after which they lay utterly
noiseless, scarce breathing, until Diarmid said, "Gowk,
it is just a cow!"
"So I see and hear," was the quiet answer.
But they did not stir for some time, until they had
entirely got over the fright.
I think we may as well go," said Diarmid then;
and go" they did, softly and gently, but quickly.
Once more out in the highroad, Diarmid's courage
returned, and when the churchyard had been well
Left behind, he said, I will tell you what: we will go
home through the wood-path by the big waterfall."
"No more stringing of nerves for me, thank you,"'
said the Gowk, very decidedly.
"No, no; the wood is shorter. Come on."
"So it is shorter," said the Gowk, pausing, and
thinking of the bed he had left, and making up his
mind not to be deluded out of it again on any pretext,
when he once more found himself there.
Into the wood they went; and dark, solemn, and
weird it all looked. Outside was not very light, but
it dloked like day in comparison to the black depths
of the wood; and they had not gone very far, when
the Gowk expressed his feelings of dislike to the
expedition in very plain terms, and even Diarmid was
sufficiently quelled to have nothing to answer.
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46 Honour and Glory.
stand close by the roaring water for a minute," said
Diarmid; ".water is so awful at night; and then I
think we shall have done enough for to-night." Not
liking to appear cowardly, the Gowk followed Diar-
mid, as he led the way out of the path towards the
roaring fall. "Come this way on to the rocks."
Then in another moment they could not hear one
another speak, in consequence of the noise of falling
It was as Diarmid had said: water appears so
black, mysterious, and appalling at night; and his
heart was beating quickly as he neared the water.
Black, jagged, falling-away rocks hung over the water,
Sand boldly Diarmid sprang on to one which he had
fixed as his goal. As the ground beyond was unsafe
and dark, his sudden spring loosened the rock, and
instantly he felt it falling away from his feet, with a
terrible, slow, slipping-away movement; and then,
whilst he clutched at ferns, and heather, and bank, it
went from under him with a rush on to the over-
hanging rocks below, dislodging a large portion of
them, and all together falling into the roaring water
with a mighty crash.
To Diarmid it seemed that all the world was
breaking up and falling around him; and scarce
knowing what had happened, and uncertain as to
what might happen, he could only let himself fall, and
wait to see the result.
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A Visit to the Churchyard. 47
not nearly covered with water; and Diarmid presently
found himself sprawling on this rock in the water,
with his hands full of ferns, which he had torn from
the bank in his endeavour to stay his fall. Terrified
and frightened, he rose timidly to his feet, and stepping
into the water, which was up to his knees, he waded
a few steps to the bank. Once having hold of this,
his presence of mind returned, and he climbed a
short distance up its side, and then cried, "Gowk,
"Gowk!" he cried again and again; there was,
however, no answer. Into the path he went, trying
each way to pierce the darkness with eyes and ears,
and still crying "Gowk!" Back he went to the
water's edge, once more into the cold, dark water, and
had there been light enough to see, poor Diarmid's
ruddy cheek had turned white and quivering with a
great fear. He pushed his yellow hair away from his
square brows, and felt about the rocks, in the water,
all round in every direction, but there was nothing to
be seen, nothing to be heard. And standing in the
water, unheeding its icy cold, he gave one despairing
Scry of "Gowk !"
There was no answer.
Diarmid turned from the roaring fall. Home was
not far off, and he ran towards it at his utmost speed,
never pausing, never slackening his pace-scarce
feeling that he was out of breath, and that his heart
was beating and throbbing wildly.

43 Honour and Gloiy.
Hot and eager, and yet with a sort of cold chill
through him, Diarmid at length arrived at the house.
His eyes were by this time so thoroughly accustomed
to the somewhat uncertain light, that it seemed to
him to be almost as bright as day. There was the
boys' bedroom window still wide open, and there was
the long plaid hanging out of it. Diarmid climbed
up the sill of the under window, and, with a spring,
caught hold of it; and, after a fashion impossible to
describe, he began wriggling himself upwards with
hands and knees.
Watching him, one would have said that he was
made of indiarubber, and that it would be equally
possible to him to walk up a pane of glass, like a fly.
Aunt Effie had a fashion of saying that he was a
monkey, and climbing was the nature of those wee
beasts; but there was a tradition in the Hay family
that Diarmid had no bones, only a double supply of
The window-sill above was reached, when Diarmid,
with one leg inside and one outside, came to a sudden
pause, and stared at the Gowk's bed.
There was a heap under the clothes-clearly some-
body in bed-and Diarmid only waited one moment
to make sure that it was not a ghost, or anything
agreeable of that kind, and then he said, Gowk, is
it you?"
No answer.
I say answer, Gowk!" but Gowk did not answer.



"Wja 7HAT is the matter?" growled the Gowk, at
V length, but without moving, for he was not
quite certain whether Diarmid would not require him
again to leave his bed and its cosiness, or to descend
that plaid again, and he had fully determined not to
do it.
You are a nice fellow! What do you mean by
cutting home by yourself in that fashion?"
"Well,'I did not know how long you intended to
scramble about the burn, so I came home."
How did you get in ?"
"By Uncle James's study window, and upstairs.
I did not wake anybody."
"What did you smash in Uncle James's room ?"
I do not know what it was. I heard something
crack, but it was too dark to see what."
I wonder you were not afraid to come such a
long distance alone," sneered Diarmid.
Oh, it was only a very short distance," said the
Gowk, innocently, and not perceiving the sarcasm;
"it was only just over the field."
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which he had entertained on his behalf, for by this
time they had turned to furious indignation, and
silently he drew in the plaid, closed the window, and
got into his own bed.
One small revenge, however, he took before he
retired for the night, and this was when he had drawn
the plaid inside the window. He did not stay to
unfasten it from the Gowk's bed, but he gathered its
long, heavy folds into a great bundle, and artfully, as
if by accident, he pitched this on to the moveless,
silent Gowk; but he threw the great plaid with
determined vigour and good aim at his head, obliging
the Gowk to rouse himself from his comfortable
position, and fight for some time in the folds to free
"himself from inevitable choking.
Probably Diarmid afterwards slept the sounder for
this small relief to his feelings.

The Gowk and Diarmid went every day to the
manse for lessons; the minister gave them a few
hours' tuition daily; there were no other boys of their
position in the neighbourhood, so that, unfortunately,
there was no competition to urge them forward with
their lessons, and the minister, who was a very active,
hard-working man, was sometimes in despair over his
two pupils, neither of whom he thought had mean
abilities, if they could have been, by any manner of
means, persuaded to use them.
The Gowk, naturally not very strong, was indolent

The Young Laird. 51
and lazy; inattention from him was, therefore, not so
much to be wondered at; but in Diarmid's case it
was especially aggravating, for he was bright and
quick, capable of adapting himself to anything-only,
unfortunately, it was just those things with which
there was not the slightest occasion for him to occupy
himself that always attracted him.
On the day after the night expedition, the Gowk
and Diarmid set off as usual for the manse, with
'their books and papers strapped over their shoulders.
,It had long been decided that no other way of carry-
"ing them answered at all; unless they were positively
strapped about them, they were dropped somewhere
between the White House and the manse. No one
"lhad been disturbed by sounds in the night, and now
that it was all over they began to look upon their
adventure as an achievement, and a splendid secret
held between them, and already they were planning
some other adventure which was to be yet more
"After all the trouble we took we were not in the
churchyard at midnight," remarked Diarmid, "for
after I had got into bed when we came back I heard
the clock strike eleven. Shall we do it again, and
really be there at twelve o'clock-ghost time ?"
"No," said the Gowk; "what is the good?"
Strange to say, the minister this day gave the boys
a long piece of advice and serious talking to, on the
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52 Honour and Glory.
opportunities; and, knowing Diarmid's excitable and
enthusiastic nature, he tried to work on his feelings,
at any rate, by saying that he ought to have sufficient
pride in his country to work and do his best, remem-
bering that it was for the honour and glory of their
family and of old Scotland.
The two boys exchanged looks, and the flush which
these words always called up in Diarmid's face
appeared, and did not pass unnoticed by the minister,
who. began to congratulate himself that he had at
length found the motive that would stir up Diarmid
to use the abilities which he possessed.
But the morning dragged slowly on, there was
scarcely any perceptible difference in the attention
bestowed on the lessons; if anything, they were
rather worse than usual, for both boys' thoughts were
far away, and when the time was up and the lads had
left, the minister remained sitting at the table, with
his elbows on it, and turning things over in his mind.
Going homewards the boys were very silent, which
anyone who knew them would have pronounced
dangerous; for even as calms come before storms,
both were always particularly wild after some silence
and quiet behaviour.
Home was still some way off, when they came
round a corner all at once on a desolate little figure-a
little barefooted girl, with a brown holland pinafore,
long straight yellow hair, and a sun-bonnet tied round
her neck, and hanging at the back of her head. This

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The Savages." 69

Aunt Effie, and awoke her with the intelligence; and
Aunt Effie settled in her own mind that they were
full of some fresh tricks, which would require immediate
investigation on her part, for experience had taught
her that where they were concerned, "a stitch in
time saved nine."
Baby wandered downstairs, grumbling to herself
that she might just as well be without brother or
sister, for all the good and amusement that they were
to her. I suppose they are all busy being heroes,"
she said to herself, with more acuteness than they
would have given her credit for. Well, I hope they
will make haste and get it done, for it is a very weari-
some business to other people."
Breakfast was ready before the savages had
returned, and Uncle James was only eager to get his
over and finished before they arrived, so that he
might be safely shut in his study when they appeared
with a terrible supply ofboisterous spirits. As he was
just sitting down to the table, one of the house servants
entered with a scared face, and somewhat breathlessly
announced that the master was wanted immediately
at the big barn, for there was a wild beast in it.
Uncle James rose to his feet, and stood hesitating
and mystified, when Baby, thinking that he was
"afraid," went and took hold of his hand, saying,
" I will come too, Uncle James don't be frightened !"
Baby was his favourite amongst the children. She
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70 Honour and Glory.
were, and he never minded having her with him.
Scarcely knowing what he did, his hand closed on
hers, and they went out of the room together, Aunt
Effie in much curiosity and wonder following in the
rear, anxious to understand what was meant by the
"wild beast."
Round the door of the big barn all the servants
were gathered, two having climbed up to a high little
window which there was, to peep in and gratify their
"What is it?" and Uncle James entered the group,
and, unfastening the door, he peeped in. A pair of
branching antlers held low, and great glassy eyes
stared him with tremendous boldness in the face.
"Great patience alive!" he uttered, closing the
door with the greatest haste, and with a rude slam in
the face of the unexpected visitor.
"He will murder every one of us before he is
done said the girl who had taken the news into the
'house; "he has tried it already."
Oh, let me go in and talk to him: he won't mind
me," said Baby; "I am not afraid of animals," and
she walked straight up to the door, when Uncle
James darted forward, and catching hold of her by
the skirts, dragged her backwards so suddenly that
she was nearly upset on to her face. He then took
hold of her arm, and held her so determinedly, that
words were quite unnecessary.
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"The Savages." 71
name of wonder is it ? said Aunt Effie, coming for-
ward for the first time. Is there any living animal
in the barn ? Open the door !"
Nobody obeyed her, so, stepping forward, she
threw open the door wide; and whilst there was a
mingling of yells and roars amongst the servants, who
fled in much disorder and furious haste in all direc-
tions, a brown stag, with his royal crest held proudly
in the air, trotted into the yard.
Uncle James, with an undignified exclamation, fled,
dragging Baby after him. The first refuge which
presented itself was the chicken-house, and shoving
her in first, he tucked himself in after her and closed
the door, where they remained and peered through
the bars, like a couple of very much overgrown and
bloated Cochins.
Aunt Effie never moved; surprise alone was what
she felt. She had no fear of the beautiful creature,
which held its head with the air of nobility being
trifled with and insulted.
At this very moment the three savages, on their return
from the castle, passed the yard gate, and seeing what
was going on, they, with one movement, climbed on
to the top of the gate to watch what was happening.
"Open the gate and let the creature go !" said
Aunt Effie.
Oh, no, no, Aunt Effie, the laird is coming in five
minutes to look at it. We drove it down from the
high wood for him last night."

72 Honour and Glory.
"You you wee bits of mischief," said Aunt Effie,
now thoroughly roused, and going into the barn, and
from thence calling out, "Come here, then, come and
see the nice confusion you have caused. What a
place to turn a stag into; look at the hay all scattered
and upset, and the corn-bin open. Why, that animal
has eaten as much as six horses would have eaten."
By this time the three savages had crossed the
yard, and, with somewhat doleful expressions, were
peering in at the open door.
"Now, which of you left the corn-bin open ?"
Gowk, this is what you would be quite capable
of doing."
The Gowk was entirely positive that he had not
done it, and the other two generously declared that
he had not done this, but they were equally certain
that they themselves had not done it. It was one of
those things which had done itself, without any aid or
help whatsoever. And likely enough neither of them
remembered who had done it, for it must 'have
happened in the midst of the previous night's excite-
The deer certainly had made an extraordinary
havoc in the barn, smashing everything breakable with
those great powerful antlers of his, upsetting every-
thing loose, and eating more than one would have
thought possible, even taking size and a fresh country
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The Savages." 73
The gentleman in question was standing in the
very middle of the yard, sniffing with his head up,
deliberating which direction would be the best in
which to take his departure. Uncle James and Baby
were still in the hen-house, waiting till the deer had
made up his mind about the way in which he should
"To think," cried Aunt Effie, "that ydu should
take to such tricks; you get worse and worse. Being
up all hours of the night driving wild beasts down on
us; what will you bring in next? I suppose you will
be filling the parlour with bulls, and giving them all
the bread and butter you can find in the larder. Of
all places, to drive a deer into the barn, and lock it
in with the hay and corn !"
The laird had appeared. He was looking over the
gate. Then he opened it, and crossed the yard,
saying, "Good morning, Miss Hay;" but all the
way, and even whilst he was shaking hands with her,
he was looking at the brown object. Diarmid," he
said, "where were your eyes, man? Do you call
that the creature I showed you last night ?"
Yes; why, you don't mean- and Diarmid
positively gasped, as the idea of a possible mistake
for the first time took possession of him.
For shame, boys! you will never be sportsmen,"
he continued. I pointed out certain marks and
peculiarities to you last night in the other animal;
you should have been able to remember them."

74 Honour and Glory.
"But this one is a Royal," expostulated the Gowk.
"The only point of resemblance between them,"
said the laird.
"Isn't he going to be photographed ?" piped a
queer little voice in the distance.
The laird looked round, but could not see anyone
belonging to the voice; however, he answered, "Yes,
why not ?' he is a very fine fellow !"
Aunt Effie, however, was of a different opinion.
Nothing should take place which would necessitate
the longer keeping of the creature with the tremendous
appetite. "Open the gate," she cried. Open the
gate wide, and let him go; and drive him, to make
him go quickly."
Why, there you are in the hen-house !" cried the
laird, suddenly seeing the two figures behind the
And Uncle James immediately answered, "Nobody
is coming out, though, till that animal goes."
Open the gate and let him go at once," cried the
laird; and both boys ran and flung it wide.
Bet felt more utterly collapsed than either of
the others. She remained perfectly moveless, trying
to regain her composure; gratified, at any rate, that
the laird had not laughed at her.
The stag for a minute or two took no notice of the
open gate. Gates open or shut were about the same
to him, and he was not used to them in any form;
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The Savages." 75

him, he made up his mind to go, and that so very
suddenly, that every one gave a start, and the unlucky
Gowk got into trouble. It would have been strange
if it had happened to anybody else, but the Gowk
was bound to be unfortunate, and he made up his
mind to cross the yard at that precise moment.
Seeing the stag make the sudden spring and run,
the Gowk began to run likewise, and that violently,
and then the stag in his turn flew; and almost before
the others had seen what was going to happen, there
was a tremendous collision.
It was all over in a moment. The Gowk was on
his back in the yard, and the stag had sprung over
him; and, without hesitating a second, had bolted
straight out at the gate, straight across the field, and
straight for the high wood.
Diarmid, Bet, Aunt Effie, and the laird, all rushed
at the Gowk, uncertain as to what injury he might
have received; but when they began to pick him up,
he shook himself free, and, with a very white face,
said he had a headache. Which nobody thought was
a wonder.
Immediately after this he made a dismal, unearthly
sort of howl, and held up his hand to his face. One
side of it was black and bruised, and was evidently
swelling fast. Poor Gowk!



R ELIEVED to find that nothing more had
occurred, Aunt Effie hurried him off to the
house, just as Baby and Uncle James left the shelter
of the hen-house.
"Why, you wee chick, what were you doing in
there?" said the laird.
But Baby was too deeply interested in the Gowk's
desperate bruise to pay much attention to the laird;
indeed, she and Diarmid and Bet were hurrying along
in procession, eager not to miss any part of the
edifying spectacle of seeing the Gowk's wounds
attended to.
"Now you can all just stop where you are," said
Aunt Effie, turning round on them. Bet may come
and try to make herself useful, but you two young
ones stay where you are, or anywhere out of the
The Gowk was hurried indoors, and Baby and
Diarmid remained with very different feelings, standing
where they had been bidden to stop; Diarmid much
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two young ones," and Baby rejoicing in the same
Baby then took the laird into the barn to see the
havoc made by the night inhabitant, and the laird was
shocked to see the consequences of "his fault," as he
called it, in having put the idea into their heads.
"Not that I had the faintest idea that they would
attempt to do such a thing," he said. "Why, the
creature I was speaking of is an awful animal; nobody
could drive it. All the same, I am ashamed of what
has happened; I must try and get Miss Hay to for-
give me."
They all went into the house after this, and whilst
Diarmid was getting some breakfast, Baby asked him
whether he had prepared his lessons, and then
another shock came over him. It was just time to
start for the manse, and not a lesson-book had he
touched since the day before, when he had left the
minister; and he wondered what he and the Gowk
would do, or what excuse they could form, for the
minister was already not best pleased with them ; and
he stared stupidly at Baby, without answering her
Just then Bet entered the room, saying that the
Gowk had a headache and a very swollen face, that
he was to remain at home, but that Diarmid was to
be off to school at once.
Alone, without help or companionship, he must
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78 Honour and Glory.
and rose, saying to himself that the Gowk had done
it on purpose.
Baby clearly understood the consternation that was
uppermost in Diarmid's mind, and with a comical
expression of seriousness she watched his troubled
Not that her own lessons had given her much ex-
perience in this line, for they were of the simplest and
shortest, consisting of a little bit of reading, a little bit
of writing, and a little bit of needlework, with Aunt
Effie, some time during the morning, when most
convenient time could be found for the business.
Bet's education was conducted by a widow lady in the
neighbourhood, to whose house she went daily for the
Baby and Diarmid were alone in the breakfast-room,
and when Diarmid did at length make up his mind
that he. must start, and make the best of it, Baby
accompanied him, fetched his books, and handed
them to him whilst he strapped them together and
about his shoulders. Strange to say, she always knew
exactly which books were wanted different days ; and
careless as she was in most ways, she never neglected
to have his things all ready and at hand as he wanted
Sometimes Diarmid would set out in the mornings
with his brown kilt flying and his limbs spinning as
if they were made of indiarubber. This morning his
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his head, even the yellow mop of curls below it looked
steady; indeed, the general appearance he presented
was that of a particularly good, obedient, and thought-
ful boy going to school.
Baby stepped briskly along the road beside him.
Diarmid never said a word, and for some time she
respected his silence, and did not offer an opinion on
any subject. By-and-by she pointed out a big rat to
him, and then she took his hand, which he did not
object to, for somehow the small thing imparted to
him a certain sense of sympathy and companion-
ship. So, by way of cheering him up, she began to
tell stories, beginning with a description of her lovely
tea at the castle."
The manse was about a mile from the White
House, and they were close at hand when they per-
ceived the minister standing in the garden. Diarmid
abruptly pulled his hand away from Baby, and set his
cap further back on his head, and Baby left off in her
description of something that the tutor had done
during tea at the castle, and hesitated.
"Go on, Baby. You had better go home," he
Only one minute she paused before she said, hesi-
tatingly. I think I will speak to the minister first.
It looks funny to turn away directly one sees him;
and he is always kind to me."
Diarmid was so taken up with his misfortunes that
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80 Honour and Glory.
Why, Baby Hay wee Flora !" said the minister,
" are you coming to school with the boys ?"
"The Gowk did not come this morning," said
"Not come how is that?"
"He ran against a stag, and bruised his face very
much, and has a headache."
"And looks unfortunately ugly," put in Baby, very
The minister smiled, and said, "Gowk is always
unfortunate, poor fellow. Well, Diarmid, you must
do double work to-day-your own and the Gowk's
Diarmid turned furiously red, and shoved his cap
still further back, and looked all round-anywhere
but at the minister.
And Baby felt very angry with the minister, and
looked silently from the colour of Diarmid's cheeks
to the shaven, serious-faced man, and then she said,
boldly, determining to get the business over, Diar.
mid has not done his lessons."
"Not done his lessons "-the tone was very stern
and severe-" and did he bring you to make excuses
for him?"
No, I can't make excuses; he could do it much
better than I could. He did not know that I was
coming, and I did not either, only when I saw you
I knew that he was frightened, because you are so
cross ; so I thought I might as well tell you that h2

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had no time; he had work to do driving stags all last
night and this morning."
"Driving stags !, Do Uncle James and Aunt Effie
know that these lessons have been neglected ? "
"No, but I daresay they guess it. I did. Uncle
James would not say anything, but Aunt Effie would
be angry; only that would not be any good this
time, for it would not make the lessons done."
"Why do you stand there, Diarmid, without a
word to say for yourself? Lessons get more and
more neglected. I cannot let this pass."
I am very sorry indeed. I will learn a double
quantity to-day to make up; but I had no idea last
night- "
There was a long pause, when, watching his lips as
if to put the words into them, she added, that the
deer would take so long to drive down." And then
she looked triumphantly at the minister, as if the
explanation must have fully sufficed. She had been
particularly fluent whilst making excuses for Diarmid,
and once or twice the minister had to remind himself
that this was too serious a matter to be passed over
"Well, Diarmid," he said, "we will not waste any
more time. You had better go home, my dear, now.
You must know that I cannot let this pass over again.
In justice to your own self I must punish you, so as
to make an impression on you."
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and without saying a word; and Baby, taking hold of
the minister's long coat,-said, "You can't; you won't
really punish Diarmid "
"You have nothing to do with it, my dear. You
must go home; Diarmid and I are now going
Baby's cheeks blazed in a perfect whirl of passion-
ate indignation and grief. You sha'n't--you sha'n't
punish him !-I hate you she screamed; and throw-
ing her arms round the brown kilt, as if to protect
Diarmid, she burst into a storm of tears.
Diarmid was too embarrassed to take much notice
of her; but as the minister looked down on the two
yellow heads, which were close together, he asked
himself whether he was going to be soft in the matter,
and whether Baby Hay was going to be too much for
This went on for a minute or two, and any attempt
to lead Diarmid away, or to disengage her arms, pro-
duced such a series of yells and screams, that the
minister was seriously afraid that the child would put
herself into a fit; but before his perplexity had come
to an end, she suddenly turned round, and holding
out her hands and turning up to him her tear-stained
face, she managed to get out the words-" It is so
stupid to punish him, isn't it ? he can't be any sorrier
than he is now;" and then, after a few more con-
vulsions, "if you like, I'll go and get my reading-
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any good. I don't much care if I do.that and writing
too. It won't so much matter about Diarmid to-day,
will it?"
Baby was too much for the minister; this had
settled the matter; he could withstand her little up-
turned face and glued-together eyelashes no longer.
"Well, Baby," he said, for your sake I will forgive
him this once; but I shall not forgive him again for
such terrible neglect. Will you have a biscuit before
you go ?"
Comfort had been long in coming, and Baby was in
a very dejected frame of mind; a biscuit would have
choked her and finished her off, so she only shook
her head and turned away.
"Stop one minute, child," said the minister, kneeling
down beside her, there is no occasion to cry any
more now. Give me a kiss before you go."
Baby turned slowly round, and with the most woe-
begone face that ever was.seen, looked at the minister's
mouth for a minute or two, holding herself away from
him as she did so, and then she allowed him to
approach and kiss her, wiping her mouth very ener.
getically with the backs of both hands, immediately
Without giving one look at Diarmid, she turned
round as soon as this business was finished, and
walked down hill, with the storm of tears by no means
yet abated. She was comforted by the knowledge
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the passion which she had worked herself into could
by no means be stayed all in a moment.
Poor wee body," said the minister, looking after
her; she is a bonny bairn, and a loving one, Diar-
mid. I expect that there must be some bit of good
in you-if one could only find it out-or she would
not be so fond of you."
"I never do anything to make her fond of me,"
said Diarmid, eagerly and honestly.
"Possibly not," he said; and then, half aloud,
"Baby is a woman, and you are a man. Come,
Then theywent into the manse, and disappeared, and
Baby, going round a turn in the road, also disappeared.
Long before she reached home the tears had dried
on the round cheeks, and she walked on, talking aloud
to herself or to the thistles, heather, bog-myrtle, and
ferns, which skirted the pathway.
At home she found Aunt Effie still occupied with
the Gowk, and Bet gone off to her lessons. As to
how it would fare with her, Baby did not give a
second thought; whether she knew her lessons or
not, she managed to get through them; once or
twice reading them through would suffice her when
the red-hot principle could be carried out; and
to the youngest member of the family Bet was
nothing save a powerful, strong, and somewhat
domineering elder sister, who was possessed with the
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She half hoped that Aunt Effie would be so busy
with the addition of the Gowk's bruises to be looked
after on to her household duties, that there would
be no time for her lessons that morning; but Aunt
Effie was capable of rising to any emergency, as
Baby was to find.




T HE Gowk was established in 'a rocking arm-
chair; a cushion- had been tied at the back of
it to make a cozy resting-place for his ill-used head;
a good deal of his face was hidden and bandaged up,
but what remained to mortal gaze showed a most
forlorn expression, for his personal beauty was not
such that it could be trifled or played tricks with or
handled with impunity, not, at any rate, without
disastrous results. One of his good points was the
family nose which he possessed, but now every
moment which had elapsed since the encounter with
the stag had taken from its beauty.
Bet's was the least good nose in the family, and
the Gowk's had advanced far beyond hers in ugliness
long ago, and every moment it was getting more
shapeless, of which defect the boy was fully aware,
and he hid himself as much as possible behind his
bandages from Baby's terribly penetrating eyes.
She had too much delicacy to tell him what she
thought of his appearance, but her thoughts very
soon came out in the opinion which she expressed.
When she had looked steadily at him for a few

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moments, she said, "If I were you I should make
haste and get well."
She noted the Gowk's anxiety to cover his features
from her sight, and accordingly a raging curiosity to
view them took possession of her. To begin with,
she went up to Aunt Effie, and putting her arms
round her neck, she whispered, so as the Gowk should
not overhear her words, Will you let me see Gowk's
sore face ?"
"By-and-by, not now," said Aunt Effie, moving on.
After this she hung about him, volunteering all
manner of services, trying to make things more com-
fortable for him ; and when she flattered herself that
she had got him into a good temper, she said, "Will
you let me look at the bruise ?"
No; get away he cried, wriggling himself free
of her.
Aunt Effie then appeared again, and abruptly called
Baby to lessons, which were to be done in the parlour
where Gowk was, so that he could be attended to at
the same time. Baby, however, tried to make terms
for herself; if she did her lessons before Gowk, she
must see the damage done to his face immediately
afterwards. Aunt Effie said "Nonsense !" and the
Gowk howled No !" and somewhat unpropitiously
the morning tasks began.
She was a good child, on the whole, and never gave
very much trouble; at the same time, Aunt Eflie was
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carried very strong conviction with most people, so
that the lessons went on very steadily. And no
sooner were they finished, than Aunt Effie rose,
saying, "Ring the bell, Baby; we must dress the
Gowk's face again."
With wonderful alacrity she was obeyed, and whilst
his aunt, with busy yet tender fingers, began to
unfasten the bandages, the Gowk, in a whimpering,
growling whine, declared that Baby must go out of
the room, it bothered him to see her hopping about,
and hindering, and getting in the way.
"Nonsense," was the only answer he got; and,
excessively to Baby's gratification, the unbandaging
went on till the Gowk's face was exhibited, and a sorry
spectacle it was. It was a most interesting proceed-
ing, though, and Baby enjoyed herself.
"There," said Aunt Effie, when the business was
once more finished, but not without a series of howls,
and growls, and flinches on the Gowk's part. "Now,
boy, it is swelling fast, so it will soon leave off paining
you; now, Baby, you can read to him, or something."
"I read?"
"Yes, you have been amusing yourself at his
expense, so now you amuse him."
There was a pause, when the servant entered with
a message from Mrs. Brown to know whether any-
thing was wrong with Bet, as she had not appeared
that day for her lessons.
This message produced much sensation, for Bet

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had been sent off at the usual hour that morning in
time for her lessons. Aunt Effie looked grave, not
that she was alarmed. Bet was not the sort of person
to come to grief or harm; there was too much
common sense in the composition of her character
for her to run into real danger, but still she was apt
to be excessively wild and flighty now and then,
during which times she would run headlong into
scrapes and disobedience; therefore it was that Aunt
Effie now looked grave.
The Gowk in his rocking-chair forgot for the time
being to deplore himself, being much interested in
the intelligence, and although it was his duty to feel
and express much disapproval of her conduct, he
secretly rejoiced in the small excitement, and hoped
that the affair would not end tamely.
Baby was much of the same mind, but she did not
say anything. When she had opened her great eyes
to their bluest extent, after her usual fashion, she
quietly observed all that passed.
A message was sent to say that Bet had been
dispatched at the usual hour to her lessons, and ati
home they had since heard nothing of her. This was
of course exciting, and the Gowk and Baby looked at
each other; but after this Aunt Effie said no more on
the subject, and disappeared; indeed, dinner-time
was just at hand, and it was time for Diarmid to come
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characteristic. They had parted in a stormy scene
of tears and upbraidings, and as she went through
the hall to dinner, Diarmid was hanging his Glengary
up on the hat-stand, and bringing his yellow locks
back to order, by means of a shake, somewhat
suggestive of a rough Scotch terrier. He and Baby
just glanced at one another in the coolest, most
off-hand manner, and then passed one another very
unceremoniously, nor did they ever afterwards mention
what had happened at the manse that morning.
"Where is Bet?" inquired Diarmid, as they took
their seats round the dinner-table.
Aunt Effie explained all that she knew on the
subject for his benefit, and for that of Uncle James,
who had just come in. Diarmid said nothing;
perhaps the idea crossed him that there was a general
inclination to go to the bad amongst the younger
members of the family, and that as he had quite
enough to do in bearing his own burdens, he would
offer no opinion as to Bet's proceedings.
"Dear me-dear me !" said Uncle James, lifting
his head and glaring through his spectacles, with his
large grey washed-out-looking eyes ; and it was some
time before he left off looking at Aunt Effie, and then
he shook his head, with a sigh.
"Some of you must go out and see whether you
can hear anything of her after dinner," she continued ;
"Diarmid, you must go, and you, too, James. The
Gowk is useless to-day."

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"We will see-we will see," said Uncle James,
hastily. Diarmid can go, any way; she will not be
far from home. I daresay she will be back soon."
Dinner was over, and cleared away, and, having
lingered in the dining-room somewhat longer than
usual, talking over the forlorn state of the Gowk,
they were just about to separate, when the door burst
hastily and noisily open, and Bet appeared amongst
them. She looked worn, dusty, and untidy, and all
stared askance at her.
"I am late !" she volunteered; and nobody
answered her in any way. I am very sorry," she
said, "it could not be helped. Is dinner over ? I am
so hungry."
Hungry !" remarked Aunt Effie, very indignantly;
"then you can remain hungry for a little while longer!
If you cannot come home when dinner is ready, you
can wait till tea-time. Why have you not been to
your lessons this morning ?"
Well, I will tell you all about it," said Bet, kindly
and with much importance; and whilst four pairs and
a half of eyes (the Gowk, to all appearance, had but
one by this time) stared at her, she began: On my
way to school this morning I found Widow Johnstone
in a great way because her cow had 'wandered.' She
had been searching and walking about till she was
tired out, and the two wee grandsons of hers were
no use at all; there was nobody to help her, and she
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mind if I just went to help find the cow; and, oh, I
did find It !" she cried, with sparkling eyes, and such
enthusiasm, that Diarmid, Baby, and the Gowk, and
Uncle James, were carried along by it into deep
sympathy, and Aunt Effie felt softened one degree.
" But such a hunt as I had she continued; "the
cow had been last seen, or was supposed to have been
seen, half-way up at the Monk's Glen, and I went
there, right to the further end."
You have been to the further end of the Monk's
Glen to-day !" cried Uncle James, "dear me-dear
me I should be very sorry to go there and back in
a morning. Effie, give the child her dinner without
more loss of time."
"And the cow was not there, after all, and I had
the scramble for nothing; but as I had begun, I
determined to search until I found her. I ran almost
all the time, only the ground is terribly soft, and there
is nothing like a path, and the rocks tear one dread-
fully. My boots-my boots are-- and Bet kept
her feet as much out of sight as possible, and then
continued-" I came on the creature at last beside
the Benfillan burn, where she was standing half-hidden
by the great rocks, and her tether caught between
them, and holding her fast. I never felt so glad at
anything in my life, for really she might have been
starved in that wild place before she was found, and
I gave a great spring, and fell down the rocks. I had
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morning, so that I was pretty well used to it by this
time, and did not care much, but my hands are dread-
fully cut "-and she held her palms out for inspection,
but quickly and suddenly closed them up and held
them out of sight, for even she herself had received
a shock at their griminess and generally disgraceful
appearance-" and the cow was so wild, I suppose
she was frightened, that I thought I should never get
her down the hill. I got a firm hold of the tether,
and tried to lead her, but sometimes she dragged me
along over the rocks and bogs and heather at a great
rate in a wrong direction, and you know how strong
I am. I was so aggravated with the animal, because I
knew you would all be wondering, and that dinner
would be ready, but I couldn't help it, and I am very
sorry." Here Bet stopped from sheer exhaustion and
"Was not Widow Johnstone delighted to see the
cow ?" inquired the Gowk.
"Yes," said Bet, simply.
There was a pause, .and then Baby remarked,
"Then Bet is not naughty, after all?"
"Indeed, you are very much mistaken," said Aunt
Effie, severely, "for her duty was to go to school as
she was sent. It was disobedience and wrong-doing
for you to take the law into your own hands, and to
go off in this way without a word to anyone; the
least that you could have done would have been to
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"It was so far to come back," remonstrated Bet.
"You went a great deal further-to the head of
the Monk's Glen. When you start on a wrong
principle, the whole proceeding must be a failure; no
good motive excuses a wrong action; no talk will
make wrong right."
Bet began to feel very sore and ill-used. In the
beginning of her wild expedition in the morning she
had been haunted by a consciousness that she was
flying in the face of all law and duty, but gradually,
in the excitement of the chase, she had got over this
feeling; and through all the fatigue, hurts, and
exertion which had followed, she had been carried
along by the excitement of the moment, and the
possible prospect of finding the strayed cow.
Another pause ensued, and then Uncle James
again suggested that Bet should have her dinner, and
Bet felt somewhat anxious on the subject, till Aunt
Effie said very shortly that she could ask the cook to
give her something to eat in the store-room if she
liked, and some relief was felt amongst the younger
members of the family.
Bet ate her dinner in the store-room, at the extreme
corner of a table which was almost entirely covered
by the best tea-things, which were being counted over
and dusted-they were not often used. One corner
was cleared for Bet's use, and she plodded through
all the eatables which were provided for her, in a
manner which clearly proved a first-rate appetite.



W HEN Bet had come to the end of the last bit
of pudding, she paused and said, "Well, I
have finished."
"That was the last piece of the pudding, so there
is no more, I know," volunteered Baby, as if there was
no doubt in the world that Bet would have eaten
some more pudding if there had been any of it forth-
Silently Bet rose from the corner of the table, and
Diarmid suggested, "Let us go out."
Accordingly, they two led the way out at the back
door, with Baby following them. "We will go and
sit in the wheelbarrow," said somebody, and then the
two elder ones scrambled into the ugly old rotten
thing, and Baby after them, making up for being last
by double energy. It was a strange fancy of theirs,
this, of sitting in the neglected old wheelbarrow; but
it had become a custom, and when it was resorted to,
it was generally understood that a council was to be
held over something.
This time the subject of the council was the general

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misdemeanors of the younger members of the family.
" I must say," said Bet, "we have done very---"
"Yes," acknowledged Diarmid, "I must say we
have been-"
Going it," put in Baby, seriously.
There was a long pause after this, and then Bet
continued, "We must now do something to put
Aunt Effie into a good temper again. The only
thing is, what can we do ? "
"Well, we must do something to-to carry out the
idea, you know."
You mean, not to get into a muddle again ?"
"No, heroes," said Baby, with sharper under-
"That is it," said Diarmid; you know we came
to grief in most things, but still we have tried, and I
think when once you get a plan in your head it is as
well to carry it out. I think there was something in
your cow business this morning, Bet; you did the old
widow a tremendous service; you sacrificed yourself
and got blamed for it."
"And nearly lost your dinner," said' Baby.
"Well, I am sure there is heroism in sacrificing
oneself. I think you have done more than any of us
yet, Bet, and it is aggravating, because you are only a
girl, and don't signify."
I do signify said Bet, indignantly; there were
Flora McDonald, and Helen McGregor, and people."
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exceptions, and they would not have been of any
use nowadays. No, it is no good trying to make
out that women can do any more than-than-be
like Aunt Effie."
Dear me," thought Baby to herself, only she did
not say it aloud ; then I suppose I do not signify
either; and something like dissatisfaction with her
sex crossed her for the first time.
"Well, let us think of something worth doing, at
any rate," observed Diarmid.
And then there was a pause, for Bet had arrived at
the end of all she had to say, and her mind was not
of the imaginative and original order. Then it was,
seeing that no one had any suggestions to offer, that
Baby said, Would it not do as well not to do some-
thing she did not like, as to do something she did
like ? "
The explanation was not a very lucid one, but still
the others understood it, and as they made no remark
thereon, she continued, "Miss Lizzie Lornoch is
coming to tea to-night, and you know her shoes
always creak all the time, and whenever she is here
Diarmid goes about the room imitating the sound with
his mouth so exactly that we always laugh, and Aunt
Effie gets very cross with us, because she is afraid
Miss Lizzie will understand it. Look here, suppose
we do not do it: would not that do? "
"Well, there would be no harm trying," said Bet.
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"That is absurd, Baby; you always make fun of
everything. You see, you do not understand what we
mean, and you should not try to; we are thinking
about heroes, and as it is perfectly impossible for you
to understand the subject, you had better be quiet."
But when Baby thought that she knew as much
about things as other people did, she was not easily
snubbed, and she immediately continued, I will tell
you what-as Miss Lizzie Lornoch is coming to tea,
suppose we each do something to make the tea grand !"
Nobody had anything better no propose, and with.
out the least shame in adopting Baby's proposals, aftei
the way in which they had snubbed her, they all
agreed, and having settled that they would not tell one
another what they singly proposed to do in the matter,
they separated.
Tea-time approached; and in the old-fashioned
corner room, which was called the parlour," every-
thingwas ina gorgeous and delightful state of readiness.
Aunt Effie was in and out of the room, and looking
after things in general, whilst the Gowk sat, glum and
dejected, in the corner.
Of course he was to take no part in the tea-party,
his face was so unfortunately bruised and swollen, and
so miserably uncomfortable and painful, that eating
and enjoying himself were alike impossible and out of
the question. The doctor had been to see him in the
course of the afternoon, and the ordering of quiet,"
"lotions," and sundry small injunctions, had been the

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result of the visit; and, on the whole, the Gowk was
not unhappy, for he was provided with an entertaining
book, and left in possession of the rocking-chair; so,
his nature being of the idle, indolent, and unambitious
order, worse things, in his idea, might have come to
Diarmid had steadily gone through all his lessons,
after the council in the wheelbarrow was ended, and
then he, like Bet and Baby, had disappeared from
mortal view-that is, from mortal view at the White
House; and with some curiosity the Gowk wondered
what were their plans.
Aunt Effie Aunt Effie !" cried a little, clear,
piping voice, look what I have got for tea !" At
the open door stood Baby, in a flood of sunshine,
with one shoe and stocking on and one off, her white
sun-bonnet pulled so far forward over her eyes that
she was obliged to hold her head well back, in order
to see anything at all. Look, auntie, look !"
"Roses," said Aunt Effie, peering into a great
basket which stood on the ground beside her-"roses
for tea, Baby ?"
"Yes, to put on the table to make it look pretty,
because of Miss Lizzie Lornoch. Only look !" and
Baby, filled with a desire to show every rose in the
basket at the same time, slipped, and fell in head fore-
most amongst them. She very energetically picked
herself out again, searching, as she did so, away down
in the basket under the flowers in a mysterious

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manner, which set Aunt Effie wondering, in the midst
of the smile caused by Baby's upset. "There they
are. Oh, dear, I am so thankful," she said; "I was
afraid that the whole affair was smashed. Straw-
berries Look, auntie "
"Where on earth did you get them all ?"
At the castle."
"At the castle And who carried the basket here
for you? Surely you did not manage it yourself!"
I will show you-look at him." And Baby took
hold of Aunt Effie's dress, and dragged her out into
the evening sunshine, and pointed along the road.
"There-look straight over the ugliest sunflower."
Aunt Effie was just in time to see a slight,-boyish
figure and the tail of a kilt disappear up the hill into
the copse of birch-trees; but this glance assured her
that it was the laird whom she had seen, and who
therefore had carried Baby's basket for her.
"Baby," she said, "what are you thinking about ?
"Do you mean to tell me that you went up to the
castle, and that you made the laird carry your basket?"
"No," was the answer; "I did not go up to the
castle, to begin with; but as I wanted to see the laird,
I just waited for him. I sat on the milestone just
before the entrance gates, because I knew he always
came out at the same time; and when he did come
I told him that Miss Lizzie Lornoch was coming to
tea, and that we all wanted to put you in a good
temper- Here Baby came to a sudden pause,

The Expected Visitor. 101

and would have given a great deal to have unsaid her
last sentence; but when she perceived that Aunt
Effie topk no notice whatever of her words, she
continued, but in a somewhat lower tone, "and-
and that I should like some roses to put on the table,
and that if he would give them to me I would love
him very much indeed."
"What a child, to be sure !"
"Ah, but he gave them to me; he went all the
way back with me to his flower-garden, and called a
gardener to pick all the best,' he told him ; and then
he got the strawberries, and put them underneath the
"And you made him carry them ?"
"Of course-I could not, and he did not mind;
he enjoyed it, and said I was always to tell him when-
ever I wanted anything, and I should always have it
and I mean to for the future, as there happens to be
a good many things I want just now. He is very
fond of me," she quaintly concluded.
He is very kind," said Aunt Effie; but you must
not ask him again for anything, it will not do;" and
she picked up the big basket, and carried it into the
store-room, followed by Baby, in intense appreciation
of seeing the strawberries turned into two great glass
dishes, and the rich, delicious roses put in vases, with
dishes under them, which in their turn were filled with
roses, for there seemed to be no end to '" all the best."
Before this pleasant arrangement was fully corn-

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pleted, Baby selected one of the most delicate and
perfect from amongst them; it was a blush-rose just
opening into full beauty, and with this she disappeared;
and when Aunt Effie bore the next completed vase of
roses into the parlour, the very first thing that her
eyes fell on was this very rose in the Gowk's button-
hole on the breast of his coat.
Now, his appearance, as has been remarked, was not
then what it might have been; not up to the mark.
His sallow, colourless face had, during the process
of swelling, assumed a greenish hue, with occasional
dashes of yellow in it, therefore, as may be guessed,
the blush-rose, which was so close to his cheeks, was
not becoming to his complexion; but Baby's idea was
that he was ill, therefore he was to have the treat of
,wearing the rose; nor did the Gowk make any resis-
tance, or object at all to his decoration.
There was a ring at the seldom-touched bell of the
front door. "There is Miss Lizzie they all said,
and Baby glanced all over the table, and ended by
falling on the Gowk's hands.
It is wonderful the way in which they have kept
clean, isn't it ? she said ti Aunt Effie, whilst point-
ing at them.
Aunt Effie did not answer, for this was the sixth
time that day that Baby had made that remark.
But the fact was, the circumstance had been con-
tinuallyimpressed afresh on her small mind, for the
Gowk had never stirred from his chair, tnd had

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consequently had clean hands all day, for the very
first time in his life. Nobody else had remarked the
fact, but it was just one of the things which Baby
would be sure to observe.
Go and find Bet and Diarmid," said Aunt Effie,
"and tell them to make themselves decent-looking
for tea;" and then she went out to receive her visitor;
and Baby said to the Gowk, Where are they ? what
shall I do ? If I find them they will only thump me;
they will think I am inquisitive about what they are
doing for tea. I told you about it, you know."
"I know," he said; "you had better go, or they
will be late, perhaps."
She was on the point of desiring the Gowk to go
himself, when she as suddenly remembered the
melancholy reasons which there were against his
being able to do this. Somewhat ruefully she left the
room, for if she was to look after Bet and Diarmid, it
must be now or never. So, standing just outside the
door, where she could not be seen from the room, she
said, in a loud voice, You won't eat the strawberries,
Gowk, will you ?-Miss Lizzie, you know; and then
she ran off; but before she did so she took a further
precaution, and gently pushed the door wide open, so
that if the Gowk should be inclined to evil intents
and purposes as to the strawberries, he would only
be able to carry them into execution in fear and




BABY had been all over the house before she
found Bet, who was in her bedroom, the room
which the two shared. Bet looked up, with a scarlet
face and much impatience, as Baby entered the room,
saying, Miss Lizzie has come, and you are to make
haste, and look- Oh! you have got your green dress
on I am only to have a clean pinafore; but there
are our hands, and face, and hair for tea."
Oh, do not talk of tea cried Bet, impatiently;
"look at the mess I am in."
"What has happened ? "
"Get me some fresh water and a towel. I was
finishing something I had been cooking for tea, and
nearly all of it upset; and I had put on my green
dress so as to be ready; and just look at it! What
will Aunt Effie say?"
The Hay children never had their clothes made of
thin and fragile materials at any time of the year, but
it was now summer-time, and the green dress was
" best," and its texture somewhat slight to that which
Bet was generally accustomed to, and in her first
despair at beholding the damage done to it, she had

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scoured it literally with soap and water and brush,
trying to get the grease out of it. The ingredients
of the mixture which she had been concocting for tea
were best known to herself, and how the accident
had shown when first it happened was impossible to
say; but, by the time that Baby first saw it, it pre-
sented a long, dark, broad pathway all up one side
of the dress, and various little dark ponds round it,
and the material was quite thin and worn where Bet's
vigorous big hands and the brush had been at work.
Baby was shocked and speechless. That it should
have happened to the grand green dress, an object of
awe and wonder at all times and there was so little
time to think about it, too! tea was just ready.
"You can't go down to tea like that," was all she
could suggest.
Bet evidently came to the same conclusion, and
hastily the dress was torn from her shoulders; and
then there was another pause, for there was one
reason or other against putting on every single dress
she had; one was torn, one was shabby, one wanted
buttons, and another was out of the question. Bet
sat down on the edge of the bed in despair.
The tea-bell rang.
This is a pretty state of things !" said Baby.
Bet seized an old grey dress, which was too short,
too tight, and too everything that was wrong, its only
merit being that it had not been worn for some time;
and whilst she was struggling and panting, and

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pushing herself into this unbecoming and ridiculous
garment, Baby picked up the green dress, and carried
it to the window.
There," she said, hanging it over the sill; now it
will dry, and perhaps be all right bythe time tea is over."
In order to give a more gorgeous and evening-dress
appearance to the grey garment, Bet had by this time
added a particularly shabby and done-for-looking
pink necktie, of a shady and uncertain hue, with a
pebble brooch, and an embroidered collar all on one
side, held on by very palpable and perceptible pins.
She said she was ready, and with a flushed and
anxious face she followed Baby downstairs, fighting
hotly with her clean cuffs the while.
Baby looked like a little fresh daisy from the hill-
side; the dress might have been shabby, but it was
quite covered by the clean white pinafore into which
she had put herself, tying the strings behind, after a
fashion best known to herself, and, in her slow,
precise way, she had attacked hands and face and
hair very successfully; and when she had achieved
the staircase, one step at the time, she came into the
presence of Miss Lizzie Lornoch.
"Well, now there are three of them," said Uncle
James; "there is only Diarmid missing here. Do
you know where he is ? Dear me, dear me there
they go again "
Bet and Baby at the same time heard Diarmid call
them in the hall, and both hurried out to him.

Bet's "Something Nice." 107

I say," was his greeting, "have you done any-
thing for tea ?-what we said, you know."
"Yes," said Baby, joyfully.
"Ye-s," said Bet, doubtfully.
"What have you done ?" they then both asked
Nothing!" cried Diarmid, viciously; "what was
a fellow to do? I thought of everything under the
sun, but there was nothing worth doing. I shall not
go in to tea !" and he threw his Glengary cap across
the hall, and turned partly round.
Oh, you must," cried Baby; "come along. We
did not do much."
"And my thing all went to smash," added Bet;
"and look at me now."
Thus encouraged, the brown-kilted, bare-kneed
Gentleman with the yellow locks allowed himself to
be led into the parlour, where he shook hands with
Miss Lizzie Lornoch, and as he found his way to his
place at the tea-table, his mouth produced an extra-
ordinary little scroup, which set Bet and Baby into an
immediate giggle, and all present knew that Diarmid
was going to be wild."
Bet, what a sight you are!" cried Aunt Effie; "what
on earth made you appear such a figure at tea-time ? "
Bet said it could not be helped, and it was a great
pity, and then she took to drinking her tea.
"I got the roses and strawberries from the laird,"
whispered Baby to Diarmid.

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It took some time for Diarmid to digest this
wonderful information; but when he had done so, he
turned to Bet, and as the elders all appeared engrossed
with their conversation, he said, "What did you do,
"Oh 1" she cried, starting, I forgot all about it.
I must go and fetch it."
Miss Lizzie Lornoch was a kind, good-natured sort
of person, with a somewhat peculiar figure, which was
both stout and long-waisted.
It was understood in the family that Uncle James
was her chief friend amongst them, and it was
supposed that he was either flattered by this esteem
or that he felt he ought to seem so, for when she
came to tea, which was not an unfrequent visitation,
he and she would sit one on each side of the fire, or,
if it happened to be warm weather, in the summer-
house just outside the parlour-window, and hold
interested converse for an hour or two at a sitting.
It was her intention to be on friendly and con-
fidential terms with the children, but somehow all her
intentions seemed to be frustrated in this direction,
for she failed signally in understanding them, and was
just the sort of person that children take a dislike to.
When she was present, Aunt Effie watched them
ceaselessly, checking every outbreak in its first
symptoms, as the only way of keeping order amongst
Dear me, dear me, there is Bet gone again !" said

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Uncle James. Can you not keep them in better
order, Effie ? they should not leave the table during
tea-time." He never ventured to remonstrate with
Aunt Effie save in the presence of Miss Lizzie
"I am sure it must be a hard thing to manage
children," said Miss Lizzie, with a sigh.
Aunt Effie said nothing, and, in another moment or
two, Bet reappeared, carrying, in a gingerly fashion,
a great yellow basin. I have made something very
nice, Miss Lizzie," she said; "I am sure you will
like it."
Indeed What is it, my dear?"
"Well, I do not know exactly what you would call
it-it is a sort of mixture," said Bet, much puzzled
over her own achievement, for she had aided its
concoction by everything which she thought "nice,"
and could lay hands on.
Aunt Effie, with her eyebrows lowered, and a
pucker on her forehead, looked with the greatest
curiosity into the yellow basin.
Bet was somewhat embarrassed by this inspection,
and, holding the dish at Miss Lizzie, she said to Aunt
Effie, There is nothing much in it, only odds and
ends and rubbish."
Miss Lizzie hesitated, on hearing this description,
which did not add to the fascinations of the dish.
Diarmid and Baby stared stolidly from the opposite
side of the table. Uncle James opened his eyes very

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wide, and stared over the tops of his spectacles.
Even the Gowk dropped his book, from his distant
rocking-chair, and stood up to watch what would
Miss Lizzie Lornoch would have given a good deal
to be excused from tasting the contents of that dish.
She looked all round; every eye was on her, and
there was curiosity as to whether she would undertake
it or not expressed on every face. Even Aunt Effie
did not offer the slightest help; so, without the
faintest gleam of pleasure on her face, she turned to
the dish and took up the spoon, and Baby gave a
very audible sigh of relief.
But, as she turned, there was a wheeze, a whistle,
and a creak of stay-bones, no sooner heard than a
wonderful, exact, prolonged repetition of the sound
was produced on the opposite side of the table.
Never before had the sound been so well imitated,
and Aunt Effie, though grave, ielt the strongest
inclination to laugh. The consequence was, that
Baby's sigh was turned into a giggle, and the yellow
basin in Bet's hands shook till one would have
thought it was in convulsions.
Good patience what is that?" cried Miss Lizzie
Lornoch, pausing and listening, uncertain whence
came the sound.
"The echo," answered Diarmid, solemnly, with an
ominously bright twinkle in his deep-set eyes.
Miss Lizzie was no wiser than she had been, so she

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