nother thing, the hand of the
same magician had been at work upon the pair of us, and Miss Grant had
made us both _braw_, if she could make but the one _bonny_.

The same cry, in words not very different, came from both of us, that
the other was come in compliment to say farewell, and then we perceived
in a flash we were to ship together.

"O, why will not Baby have been telling me!" she cried; and then
remembered a letter she had been given, on the condition of not opening
it till she was well on board. Within was an enclosure for myself, and
ran thus:--

"DEAR DAVIE,--What do you think of my farewell? and what do you say to
your fellow-passenger? Did you kiss, or did you ask? I was about to
have signed here, but that would leave the purport of my question
doubtful; and in my own case _I ken the answer_. So fill up here with
good advice. Do not be too blate,[25] and for God's sake do not try to
be too forward; nothing sets you worse.--I am

"Your affectionate friend and governess,

"BARBARA GRANT."

I wrote a word of answer and compliment on a leaf out of my pocket-book,
put it in with another scratch from Catriona, sealed the whole with my
new signet of the Balfour arms, and despatched it by the hand of
Prestongrange's servant, that still waited in my boat.

Then we had time to look upon each other more at leisure, which we had
not done for a piece of a minute before (upon a common impulse) we shook
hands again.

"Catriona!" said I. It seemed that was the first and last word of my
eloquence.

"You will be glad to see me again?" says she.

"And I think that is an idle word," said I. "We are too deep friends to
make speech upon such trifles."

"Is she not the girl of all the world?" she cried again. "I was never
knowing such a girl, so honest and so beautiful."

"And yet she cared no more for Alpin than what she did for a
kale-stock," said I.

"Ah, she will say so indeed!" cries Catriona. "Yet it was for the name
and the gentle kind blood that she took me up and was so good to me."

"Well, I will tell you why it was," said I. "There are all sorts of
people's faces in this world. There is Barbara's face, that every one
must look at and admire, and think her a fine, brave, merry girl. And
then there is your face, which is quite different--I never knew how
different till to-day. You cannot see yourself, and that is why you do
not understand but it was for the love of your face th