34/56 I canna think what the factor's ettlin' at to let sic ill-faured chiels come about the toun." Their hostess was rapidly rising in Dickson's esteem. She sat very straight in her chair, eating with the careful gentility of a bird, and primming her thin lips after every mouthful of tea. "Huntingtower is the name, isn't it ?" "When I was a lassie they ca'ed it Dalquharter Hoose, and Huntingtower was the auld rickle o' stanes at the sea-end. But naething wad serve the last laird's father but he maun change the name, for he was clean daft about what they ca' antickities. Ye speir whae bides in the Hoose? |