She was only a lassie, and seemed like her husband's daughter.

The Prince danced with her, and they counted the dress something to be kept, and that night Locheil and Cluny also had a reel with Sheena Carnegie, while Black John looked like a young man, for he had been too sorely wounded to be able to dance with her himself." And then the General carried down with his own hands a Highland gentleman's evening dress, trews of the Royal tartan, and a velvet coat with silver buttons, and a light plaid of fine cloth.
"And this was her husband's dress that night; but why the Stewart tartan ?" "No, lassie, that is the suit the Prince wore at Holyrood, where he gave a great ball after Prestonpans, and danced with the Edinburgh ladies.

It was smuggled across to France at last with other things of the Prince's, and he gave it to Carnegie.

'It will remind you of our great days,' he said, 'when the Stewarts saw their friends in Mary's Palace.'" Last of all, the General lifted out a casket and laid it on his table.
Within it was a brooch, such as might once have been worn either by a man or a woman; diamonds set in gold, and in the midst a lock of fair hair.
"Is it really, father?
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