Mummy had selected her with extreme care, and Teddy was almost entirely in her charge. Mummy went out a good deal, for both she and papa had many friends in Edinburgh whom they had not seen for a very long time. His sisters were under the dominion of a Fräulein, so he and his nurse were left almost entirely to their own devices. It was a beautiful July, and they were hardly ever kept indoors by bad weather. Teddy’s cheeks grew round and rosy, his eyes bright and interested, so that his parents declared the keen bracing air was doing him all the good in the world. Up to that time he had been rather a pale, phlegmatic child. To get from Princes Street to Ramsay Gardens one has to mount an exceedingly steep hill, pretty stiff walking for a pedestrian, and real hard work when you’ve got to push a mail-cart with a solid small boy in it. Yet very often his nurse would take Teddy to Princes Street Gardens in the afternoon, and generally on such occasions the band of the Black Watch discoursed sweet music from the band-stand. On the return journey there always appeared some kindly kilted figure anxious to "gie the bairn a hurl" up the steepest part of the hill. Nurse was always very staid and dignified on such occasions. She accepted assistance, it is true, but with reservations. Moreover, she even tried to check Teddy’s efforts in the way of conversation with his escort by time-worn aphorisms to the effect that little boys should be seen and not heard. But here she failed signally. "When I’m a man," said Teddy, during one of these delicious "hurrls," "I hope I sail be a gate big soldier like you." "You mean, my dear, that you hope you’ll be an officer," nurse remarked loftily. "A bave British officer," Teddy repeated obediently. "That’s the ticket," he of the kilt agreed cordially, quite unconscious of the implied snub. "I’d like fine to serve under ye mysel’." "I expect you’ll be an officer too by then," Teddy suggested. The big soldier chuckled. "I’m no for onnything o’ that sort," he said, shaking his head. "I’m for the Resairve—when I marry," he added, with a side glance at Teddy’s pretty nurse. "That will do, Mr. Macdonald," she said, laying a neatly-gloved hand on the handle of the mail-cart. "I can manage myself now; we are past the steepest part." The soldier obediently relinquished the mail-cart. He saluted Teddy, and Teddy saluted him with great solemnity. Then, with quite equal solemnity he winked, and swung away down the hill again.