Well, I must go, Miss Hildy," he added, reluctantly.

"I've had a splendid time, an' I'm _real_ obleeged to ye.

I sh'll try to larn that story by heart, 'bout the bold Buckle-oh.

I want to tell it to Pink! _She_'d like it--oh, my! wouldn't she like it, jest like--I mean jest like spellin'! Good by, Miss Hildy!" And Bubble ran off to bring home the cows, his little heart swelling high with scorn of kings and queens, and with a fervor of devotion to Walter Scott, first lord of Buccleugh..