He went with a large wave of the hand.

"Make yourself at home, Alexander! Take him, Ian, to see your aunt Alison." He was gone with the workman.
"I'll take you there presently," said Ian.

"I'm fond of Aunt Alison--you'll like her, too--but she'll keep.

Let's go see my mare Fatima, and then my room." Fatima was a most beautiful young, snowy Arabian.

Alexander sighed with delight when they led her out from her stable and she walked about with Ian beside her, and when presently Ian mounted she curveted and caracoled.