There's your regular master, Richard, in my room, if it is fit for his ears yet.

What, the little one here too ?" "How is your arm, papa ?" said Margaret.

"Did it keep you awake ?" "Not long--it set me dreaming though, and a very romantic dream it was, worthy of Ethel herself." "What was it, papa ?" "Oh, it was an odd thing, joining on strangely enough with one I had three or four and twenty years ago, when I was a young man, hearing lectures at Edinburgh, and courting--" he stopped, and felt Margaret's pulse, asked her a few questions, and talked to the baby.

Ethel longed to hear his dream, but thought he would not like to go on; however, he did presently.
"The old dream was the night after a picnic on Arthur's Seat with the Mackenzies; mamma and Aunt Flora were there.

'Twas a regular boy's dream, a tournament, or something of that nature, where I was victor, the queen--you know who she was--giving me her token--a Daisy Chain." "That is why you like to call us your Daisy Chain," said Ethel.
"Did you write it in verse ?" said Margaret.