And yet--and yet--whether from the presence of some rudiment of an old memory, or from something about the boy that belonged to a higher style than his present showing, her mind kept swaying in an uncertainty whose very object eluded her.
"What is 't yer wull 'at we ca' ye, than, cratur ?" she asked, anxious to meet the child's own idea of himself.
He pointed to the giby.
"Weel, Gibbie," responded Janet,--and at the word, now for the first time addressed by her to himself, he began dancing more wildly than ever, and ended with standing motionless on one leg: now first and at last he was fully recognized for what he was!--"Weel, Gibbie, I s' ca' ye what ye think fit," said Janet.

"An' noo gang yer wa's, Gibbie, an' see 'at Crummie's no ower far oot o' sicht." From that hour Gibbie had his name from the whole family--his Christian name only, however, Robert and Janet having agreed it would be wise to avoid whatever might possibly bring the boy again under the notice of the laird.

The latter half of his name they laid aside for him, as parents do a dangerous or over-valuable gift to a child..