we got to Drumquhat," continued Alec, "it was gey far on in the
efternune, an' the minister an' my mither lowsed the powny an' stabled
it afore gaun ben. Then me an' Airchie were sent oot to play, as my
mither kens. We got on fine a while, till Airchie broke my peerie an'
pooched the string. Then he staned the cats that cam' rinnin' to beg for
milk an' cheese--cats that never war clodded afore. He wadna be said
'no' to, though I threepit I wad tell his faither. Then at the
hinner-en' he got into my big blue coach, and wadna get oot. I didna
mind that muckle, for I hadna been in 't mysel' for six months. But he
made faces at me through the hole in the back, an' that I couldna pit up
wi'--nae boy could. For it was my ain coach, minister's son or no'
minister's son. Weel, I had the cross-bow and arrow that Geordie Grier
made me--the yin that shoots the lumps o' hard wud. So I let fire at
Airchie, just when he was makin' an awfu' face, and the billet took him
fair atween the een. Into the hoose he ran to his faither, _ba-haain_'
wi' a' his micht; an' oot cam' the minister, as angry as ye like, wi' my
mither ahint him like to greet."

'"Deed, I was that!" said Mrs. M'Quhirr.

"'What for did ye hit my son's nose wi' a billet of wood through the
hole in your blue coach?' the minister asked me.

"'Because your son's nose was _at_ the hole in my blue coach!' says I,
as plain as if he hadna been a minister, I was that mad. For it was my
coach, an' a bonny-like thing gin a boy couldna shoot at a hole in his
ain blue coach! Noo, faither, mind there was to be nae lickin' gin I
telt ye the truth!"

There was no licking--which, if you know my wife, you will find no
difficulty in believing.

IV

THE BIOGRAPHY OF AN "INEFFICIENT"

_White as early roses, girt by daffodillies,
Gleam the feet of maidens moving rhythmically,
Roses of the mountains, flowers of the valley,
Hill rose and plain rose and white vale lilies_.

_Dewy in the meadow lands, clover blossoms mellow
Lift their heads of red and white to the bride's adorning;
Sweetly in the sky-realms all the summer morning,
Joyeth the skylark and calleth his fellow_.

_In the well-known precincts, lo the wilding treasure
Glows for marriage merriment in my sweetheart's gardens,
Welcoming her joy-day, tenderest of wardens--
Heart's pride and love's life and all eyes' pleasure_.

_Bride among the bridesmaids, lily clad in