es for a whole hour together it
flew on and she found that fifty miles had been passed over. Norman
laughed at her exclamations of surprise and delight.

"Oh, this is nothing," he observed, "we have come all the way from India
by a steamer, through the Suez Canal and then along the Mediterranean
and right through France."

"You are a young traveller; Fanny knows that. Perhaps some day she may
make the same journey," observed Mrs Leslie. "Still you should not
despise your sister, because she has not seen as much as you have."

The party remained a few days in Edinburgh to see various friends, and
then proceeded on to Glen Tulloch--a romantic place in the Highlands--
the residence of Mr and Mrs Maclean, with whom they had been invited
to stay.

Every one was pleased with Fanny, and thought Norman a very fine boy,
and he was perfectly satisfied with the praises he heard bestowed on
him.

The house stood on the side of a hill, with a stream running into a loch
on one side, and a wide extent of level wild ground above it.

Mr Maclean showed the children a rough little carriage he had had
built, and told Fanny that she might take it out whenever she liked, and
give her brother a drive over the moor.

"I daresay as he has only just come from India, he is unaccustomed to
walk over our rough ground, and you need not be afraid of breaking the
carriage, you can go where you like."

Fanny was delighted, and offered at once to take Norman out.

"Yes, and I will sit in the carriage, and drive you with my whip, that
will be good fun," said Norman.

His whip, however, had not been brought to Scotland, but Mr Maclean,
who thought he was in fun, cut him a long stick, and helped the children
up the hill with the carriage. When they got on level ground, he wished
them good-bye, and Fanny dragging the carriage into which Norman got,
they proceeded on their journey.

The carriage was roughly made, being merely a wooden box cut out, on
either side with thick wooden wheels, and a pole by which it was
dragged. Norman, however, thought it very good fun to sit in it, and be
drawn along. At first, he contented himself with merely flourishing the
stick, but when Fanny did not go fast enough to please him, he began to
hit at her with it.

"Go on, my little horse, go on. I wish you were a coolie, and I would
soon make you move faster," he shouted out, hitting at her several
times.

As long as he only struck her dress, Fanny di