It was a come-down in the world, and she did not like it.

She conned her nephew little thanks, and not being in the habit of dissembling, let him feel the same.

He crept to bed rather mortified.

When he woke from a long sleep, he found no meal waiting him, and had to content himself with cakes[1] and milk before setting out for "the Muckle Hoose." "You must add cunning to courage, my young friend," said Mr.
Galbraith; and the result of their conference was that Fergus went home resolved on yet another attempt.
He felt much inclined to associate Donal with him in his watch this time, but was too desirous of proving his courage both to himself and to the world, to yield to the suggestion of his fear.

He went to bed with a book immediately after the noon-day meal and rose in time for supper.
There was a large wooden press in the kitchen, standing out from the wall; this with the next wall made a little recess, in which there was just room for a chair; and in that recess Fergus seated himself, in the easiest chair he could get into it.