But we maun be like him, for he was a man born o' a wumman.' Think o' that, lass!" At this moment the latch of the door was lifted, and in walked Robert Bruce.

He gave a stare when he saw Annie, for he had thought her out of the way at Howglen, and said in a tone of asperity, "Ye're a' gait at ance, Annie Anderson.

A doonricht rintheroot!" "Lat the bairn be, Maister Bruce," said Tibbie.

"She's doin' the Lord's will, whether ye may think it or no.

She's visitin' them 'at's i' the prison-hoose o' the dark.