It proved to be one several years their senior, a young man in the holiday dress of a prosperous farmer.

He whistled clearly an old border air and walked without dragging or clumsiness.

Coming up, he ceased his whistling.
"Good day, the both of ye!" "It's Robin Greenlaw," said Alexander, "from Littlefarm .-- You've been to the wedding, Robin ?" "Aye.

Janet's some kind of a cousin.

It's a braw day for a wedding! You've got with you the new laird's nephew ?--And how are you liking Black Hill ?" "I like it." "I suppose you miss grandeurs abune what ye've got there.