You are a fery well-made man, and here iss your silver piece, and may you always hef one in your pocket.'" [Illustration: "Here is your silver piece."] "'But what about your bed ?' "'Tuts, tuts, that will be all right, for I hef maybe got some six or five notes of my own that were profit on the beasties; but it iss a pity not to be taking anything that iss handy when a body happens to be in the south.'" "Capital." Kate laughed merrily, and her too rare laugh I used to think the gayest I ever heard.

"It was the only opportunity left him of following his fathers.

What a fine business it must have been, starting from Braemar one afternoon, a dozen men well armed, and getting down to Strathmore in the morning; then lying hid in some wood all day, and collecting a herd of fat cattle in the evening, and driving them up Glen Shee, not knowing when there might be a fight." "Hard lines on the Scottish farmers, Kit, who might be very decent fellows, to lose their cattle or get a cut from a broadsword." "Oh, they had plenty left; and seriously, dad, without joking, you know, what better could a Presbyterian Lowlander do than raise good beef for Highland gentlemen?
Mr.Carmichael, I beg pardon; you seem so good a Celt, that I forgot you were not of our faith." "We are not Catholics," the General explained, gravely, "although many of our blood have been, and my daughter was educated in a convent.

We belong to the Episcopal Church of Scotland, and will go into Muirtown at a time, but mostly we shall attend the kirk of my old friend Dr.
Davidson.

Every man is entitled to his faith, and Miss Carnegie rather.