By the bank of the Quharity on a summer day I have seen a barefooted girl gaze at the running water until tears filled her eyes. That was the birth of romance. Whether this love be but a beautiful dream I cannot say, but this we see, that it comes to all, and colours the whole future life with gold. Leeby must have dreamt it, but I did not know her then. I have heard of a man who would have taken her far away into a county where the corn is yellow when it is still green with us, but she would not leave her mother, nor was it him she saw in her dream. From her earliest days, when she was still a child staggering round the garden with Jamie in her arms, her duty lay before her, straight as the burying-ground road. Jess had need of her in the little home at the top of the brae, where God, looking down upon her as she scrubbed and gossipped and sat up all night with her ailing mother, and never missed the prayer-meeting, and adored the minister, did not perhaps think her the least of His handmaids. Her years were less than thirty when He took her away, but she had few days that were altogether dark. Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves. The love Leeby bore for Jamie was such that in their younger days it shamed him. Other laddies knew of it, and flung it at him until he dared Leeby to let on in public that he and she were related. "Hoo is your lass?" they used to cry to him, inventing a new game. "I saw Leeby lookin' for ye," they would say; "she's wearyin' for ye to gang an' play wi' her." Then if they were not much bigger boys than himself, Jamie got them against the dyke and hit them hard until they publicly owned to knowing that she was his sister, and that he was not fond of her. "It distressed him mair than ye could believe, though," Jess has told me; "an' when he came hame he would greet an' say 'at Leeby disgraced him." Leeby, of course, suffered for her too obvious affection. "I wonder 'at ye dinna try to control yersel," Jamie would say to her, as he grew bigger. "Am sure," said Leeby, "I never gie ye a look if there's onybody there." "A look! You're ay lookin' at me sae fond-like 'at I dinna ken what wy to turn." "Weel, I canna help it," said Leeby, probably beginning to whimper. If Jamie was in a very bad temper he left her, after this, to her own reflections; but he was naturally soft-hearted. "Am no tellin' ye no to care for me," he told her, "but juist to keep it mair to yersel. Naebody would ken frae me 'at am fond o' ye." "Mebbe yer no?" said Leeby. "Ay, am I, but I can keep it secret. When we're in the hoose am juist richt fond o' ye." "Do ye love me, Jamie?" Jamie waggled his head in irritation. "Love," he said, "is an awful like word to use when fowk's weel. Ye shouldna speir sic annoyin' queistions." "But if ye juist say ye love me I'll never let on again afore fowk 'at yer onything to me ava." "Ay, ye often say that." "Do ye no believe my word?"