uld want it in London, where I suppose everybody goes very fine.
However, there was no more to be said--on my side. I found there was on
my Aunt Kezia's.

"Here, hold your hand, child," saith she. "Your father sends you ten
guineas to spend; and here are five more from me, and this pocket-piece
from Sophy. You can get a new scarf in London, if you need it, or
anything else you like better."

"Oh, thank you, Aunt Kezia!" I cried. "Why, how rich I shall be!"

"Don't waste your money, Cary: lay it out wisely, and then we shall be
pleased. I will give you a good rule: Never buy anything without
sleeping on it. Don't rush off and get it the first minute it comes
into your head. You will see the bottom of your purse in a veek if you
do."

"But it might be gone, Aunt Kezia."

"Then it is something you can do without."

"Is Hatty come home, Aunt?" said Flora.

"Not she," saith my Aunt Kezia. "Miss Hatty's gone careering off, the
deer know where. I dare be bound you'll fall in with her. She is gone
with Charlotte and Emily up to town."

I was sorry to hear that. I don't much want to meet Hatty--above all if
Grandmamma be there.

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Note 1. The great majority of Scottish Jacobites were Episcopalians and
"Moderates," a term equivalent to the English "High and Dry." There
were, however, a very few Presbyterians among them.

CHAPTER EIGHT.

RULES AND RIBBONS.

"No fond belief can day and night
From light and darkness sever;
And wrong is wrong, and right is right,
For ever and for ever."

Last evening, as we were drawing our chairs up for a chat round the fire
in our chamber, who should walk in but my Aunt Kezia.

"Nay, I'll not hold you long," saith she, as I arose and offered my
seat. "I come but to give a bit of good counsel to my nieces here.
Miss Annas, my dear, it will very like not hurt you too."

"I shall be very glad of it, Mrs Kezia," said Annas.

"Well,"--saith my Aunt, and broke off all at once. "Eh, girls, girls!
Poor unfledged birds, fluttering your wings on the brim of the nest, and
pooh-poohing the old bird behind you, that says, `Take care, my dears,
or you will fall!' She never flew out of the nest, did she?--she never
preened her wings, and thought all the world lay before her, and she
could fly as straight as any lark of them all, and catch as many flies
as any swallow? Ay, nor she never tumb