His appearance, judged without prejudice, was rather that of a sailor boy on shore than a shepherd boy from the hills.
"Miss Galbraith!" said Miss Kimble, in the tone that indicates nostrils distended, "I am astonished at you! What an example to the school! I never knew you misbehave yourself before! Take your hand from this--this--very strange looking person's shoulder directly." Ginevra obeyed, but Gibbie stood as before.
"Remove your hand, boy, instantly," cried Miss Kimble, growing more and more angry, and began knocking the hand on the girl's shoulder with her parasol, which apparently Gibbie took for a joke, for he laughed aloud.
"Pray do not alarm yourself, ma'am," said Mr.Sclater, slowly recovering his breath: he was not yet quite sure of Gibbie, or confident how best he was to be managed; "this young--gentleman is Sir Gilbert Galbraith, my ward .-- Sir Gilbert, this lady is Miss Kimble.

You must have known her father well--the Rev.

Matthew Kimble of the next parish to your own ?" Gibbie smiled.

He did not nod, for that would have meant that he did know him, and he did not remember having ever even heard the name of the Rev.

Matthew Kimble.
"Oh!" said the lady, who had ceased her battery, and stood bewildered and embarrassed--the more that by this time the girls had all gathered round, staring and wondering.
Ginevra's eyes too had filled with wonder; she cast them down, and a strange smile began to play about her sweet strong mouth.