I am sure she would have wanted us to know her Scots home, so Biddy and I are going to Champertoun for Christmas.

My mother had no brothers, and everything went to a distant cousin.

He and his wife seem friendly people and they urge us to visit them." "That will mean a lovely Christmas for you," Jean said.
Here Mhor stopped being an Athenian reveller to ask that the sofa might be pushed back.

The scene was now the palace of Theseus, and Mhor, as the Prologue, was addressing an imaginary audience with--"Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show." Pamela and Jean removed themselves to the window-seat and listened while Jock, covered with an old skin rug, gave a realistic presentment of the Lion, that very gentle beast, and of a good conscience.
The 'tedious brief' scene was drawing to an end, when the door opened and Mrs.M'Cosh, with a scared look in her eyes and an excited squeak in her voice, announced, "Lord Bidborough." A slim, dark young man stood in the doorway, regarding the dishevelled room.

Jock and Mhor were still writhing on the floor, the chairs were pushed anyway, Pamela's embroidery frame had alighted on the bureau, the rugs were pulled here and there.
Pamela gave a cry and rushed at her brother, forgetting everything in the joy of seeing him.