"I stopped at White Farm, and they gave me supper." He was gone, running up the stairs, and Bran with him.
The laird of Glenfernie shaded his eyes and looked at the fire.

Mrs.
Jardine, working upon the gold streak in a tulip, held her needle suspended and sat for a moment with unseeing gaze, then resumed the bright wreath.

The tutor began to think again of Mother Binning, and, following this, of the stepping-stones at White Farm, and Elspeth and Gilian Barrow balanced above the stream of gold.

Mr.Touris put up his snuff-box.
"That's a fine youth! I should say that he took after you, Glenfernie.
But it's hard to tell whom the young take after!".