CHAPTER VIII.
Strickland went, to the hall, where he found Alice.
"Come to the fire! I've been watching the snow, but it is so white and thick and still it fair frightens me! Davie told you that Alexander has come ?" "Yes.

From Edinburgh to-day." "Yes.

He left London as soon as he had our letters." She stood opposite him, a bright and bonny lass, with a look of her mother, but with more beauty.

The light from the burning logs deepened the gold in her hair, as the warmth made more vivid the rose of her cheek.

She owned a warm and laughing heart, a natural goodness.
Strickland, who had watched and taught her since she was a slip of a child, had for her a great fondness.
Jamie entered the hall.