new to her; Flora more quiet, but
greatly enjoying their delight, and George not saying much, but smiling
under his beard, as if well pleased to be so well amused with so little
trouble.

He took exceeding care of them, and fed them with everything he could
make them eat at the Swindon Station, asking for impossible things, and
wishing them so often to change for something better, that, if they had
been submissive, they would have had no luncheon at all; and, as it was,
Flora was obliged to whisk into the carriage with her last sandwich in
her hand.

"I am the more sorry," said he, after grumbling at the allotted ten
minutes, "as we shall dine so late. You desired Norman to bring any
friend he liked, did you not, Flora?"

"Yes, and he spoke of bringing our old friend, Charles Cheviot, and Mr.
Ogilvie," said Flora.

"Mr. Ogilvie!" said Ethel, "the Master of Glenbracken! Oh! I am so glad!
I have wanted so much to see him!"

"Ah! he is a great hero of yours?" said Flora.

"Do you know him?" said Meta.

"No; but he is a great friend of Norman's, and a Scottish cousin--Norman
Ogilvie. Norman has his name from the Ogilvies."

"Our grandmother, Mrs. Mackenzie, was a daughter of Lord Glenbracken,"
said Flora.

"This man might be called the Master of Glenbracken at home," said
Ethel. "It is such a pretty title, and there is a beautiful history
belonging to them. There was a Master of Glenbracken who carried James
IV.'s standard at Flodden, and would not yield, and was killed with it
wrapped round his body, and the Lion was dyed with his blood. Mamma knew
some scraps of a ballad about him. Then they were out with Montrose,
and had their castle burned by the Covenanters, and since that they have
been Jacobites, and one barely escaped being beheaded at Carlisle! I
want to hear the rights of it. Norman is to go, some time or other, to
stay at Glenbracken."

"Yes," said Flora, "coming down to times present, this young heir seems
worthy of his race. They are pattern people--have built a church, and
have all their tenantry in excellent order. This is the only son, and
very good and clever--he preferred going to Balliol, that he might work;
but he is a great sportsman, George," added she; "you will get on with
him very well, about fishing, and grouse shooting, I dare say."

Norman met them at the station, and there was great excitement at seeing
his long nose under his college cap. He looked rather thin and worn, but
bri