and the pure Highland air raised Fanny's
spirits. She drew on the little carriage at a quick rate, singing
merrily as she went. Norman felt unusually happy, he flourished his
stick without attempting to beat Fanny, and shouted at the top of his
voice. When the ground was rough, and the carriage bumped about, he
held on to the sides with both his hands, but even that he thought very
good fun. Quite regardless, however, of the exertion Fanny had to make
on his account, he told her to go faster and faster.

"I like the bumping and tumbling. It puts me in mind of being at sea,--
go on, go on," he shouted.

Fanny proceeded for some distance, and at last felt so tired, that she
was obliged to stop.

"I must rest for a few minutes, Norman," she said, "for really it is
very hard work going over this rough ground."

"Oh, nonsense! you are lazy, you see how I like it, and so you ought to
keep going on, I cannot give you many minutes to rest," he replied.

"That's a good joke," said Fanny, "if you will drag the carriage and let
me get into it, you will soon find that it is not so easy as you suppose
to drag it over this ground."

"You are heavier than I am, so that would not be fair, and besides, you
promised to draw me, and you say you always do what you promise."

"That is true," said Fanny; "I am much heavier than you are, and I have
really no wish that you should draw me, but pray have patience, and I
will go on again."

Norman got out of the carriage and ran about, he might just as well have
gone on in front, and saved Fanny the trouble of dragging him so far;
that, he did not think of.

At last Fanny proposed that he should get in again, and on they went.
The ground was, however, still rougher than what they had passed over.
Norman cried out to Fanny, who was going somewhat slower than at first,
to move faster.

"I cannot, Norman; indeed I cannot," she answered.

"I shall run the risk of tumbling down, if I do."

"Then I'll make you," he shouted out.

As he could not reach her with his stick from where he sat, he jumped up
to lean forward that he might do so. Just then the carriage gave a
violent bump, and out he tumbled, falling on some hard stones. He
shrieked out, fancying himself dreadfully hurt, and very angry at what
had happened to him.

"You did it on purpose, I know you did," he exclaimed, as Fanny came to
pick him up.

Fanny was a little alarmed at first, but she soon found that a slight