CHAPTER ELEVENTH.
Then she stretched out her lily hand, And for to do her best; "Hae back thy faith and troth, Willie, God gie thy soul good rest!" Old Ballad.
"Come in," answered the low and sweet-toned voice he loved best to hear, as Butler tapped at the door of the cottage.

He lifted the latch, and found himself under the roof of affliction.

Jeanie was unable to trust herself with more than one glance towards her lover, whom she now met under circumstances so agonising to her feelings, and at the same time so humbling to her honest pride.

It is well known, that much, both of what is good and bad in the Scottish national character, arises out of the intimacy of their family connections.

"To be come of honest folk," that is, of people who have borne a fair and unstained reputation, is an advantage as highly prized among the lower Scotch, as the emphatic counterpart, "to be of a good family," is valued among their gentry.