There was nothing finer than continuously to come upon praiseworthiness in your friend! "And a beautiful lady came by who was the king's favorite--" "Gude guide us! The limmer!" "And she was walking on rose-colored velvet and her slippers had diamonds worked in them.

Snow was on the ground outside and poor folk were freezing, but she carried over each arm a garland of roses as though it were June--" Jenny Barrow raised her hands.

"She'll sit yet in the cauld blast, in the sinner's shift!" "And after a time there walked in the king, and the courtiers behind him like the tail of a peacock--" They had a happy hour in the White Farm dairy.

At last Jenny and the girls set for the two cold meat and bannocks and ale.

And still at table Ian was the shining one.