There 's nothing in the kist but some old clothes, and perhaps some buckles and such like.

I dare say there is a lock of hair also.
Some day we will have a look inside." "To-day, instantly," and Kate shook her father.

"You are a dreadful hypocrite, for I can see that you would rather Tochty were burned down than this box be lost.

Are there any relics of Prince Charlie in it?
Quick." "Be patient; it's a difficult key to turn; there now;" but there was not much to see--only pieces of woollen cloth tightly folded down.
[Illustration: "It's a difficult key to turn."] "Call Janet, Kate, for she ought to see this opening, and we 'll carry everything down to my room, for no one could tell what like things are in this gloom.

Yes, Perth lived here for weeks, and used to go up to the gallery where Black John's mother sat with her maid; but the son was hiding in the North, and never reached his house till he came to die." First of all they came upon a ball dress of the former time, of white silk, with a sash of Macpherson tartan, besides much fine lace.
"That is the dress your great-grandmother wore as a bride at the Court of Versailles in the fifties.