One day when he was out with Girzie she took him to the Arcade in Princes Street, and there bought him a doll dressed as a Highlander. Teddy was charmed with the present, though he could have wished that the china face under the fierce busby had been a thought less chubby and simpering, and what really did worry him was a feeling that there was something not quite right about the uniform. He didn’t know what it was, and he was too well-bred and grateful to Girzie for her kind present to find any fault; but when on the way up the hill they met her brother, he at once pointed out several discrepancies, which he commanded Girzie to alter, explaining how it should be done. Girzie carried out his instructions that night, and next day they christened the doll "Colin Dougal," after the said brother, and it became Teddy’s most precious possession. Colin Dougal slept with him, ousting from that proud post a fluffy bird attached to an elastic that had hitherto possessed the privilege. Colin Dougal accompanied him in his mail-cart, and sat beside him at nursery meals; and to Colin Dougal Teddy used to sing, over and over again, the refrain of an old song he had learned from Girzie:— "My love, she’s in Dumbarton, Whaur they weir the tartan, Whaur they weir the tartan— Faur abin the knee!" It seemed quite fitting that anybody’s love should dwell in a part of the country where they wore that entrancing costume, and Teddy felt certain that Dumbarton must be a specially delightful place, and was quite drawn to the lady. But always after singing it he was assailed by doubts as to whether Colin Dougal’s tartan was quite short enough. Girzie had shortened it, but the exigencies of his china legs precluded the strict brevity of a kilt as worn by the Black Watch. Still, the tartan was the right tartan, and that was something. The pleasant July days, so long and light, slipped speedily away, till an afternoon came when Teddy, returning from a walk with Girzie, found the nursery full of boxes, and nurse, who demanded the immediate surrender of Colin Dougal that she might pack him. The little boy clasped his doll more firmly in his arms, looked round the dismantled nursery, and grim foreboding laid a chilly hand upon his heart. "What do you want to pack for?" he asked breathlessly. "Because we’re going by an early train to-morrow, and mummy says everything must be ready to-night." "Going!" he gasped. "Going where?" "We’re all going to Kingussie for August." "I’m not going, I don’t want to go. I want to stay here, wiv all my fends.... Do you," he asked anxiously, "want to go to Kingussie?" Nurse looked flushed and rather cross. "I’m not asked," she muttered, "what I want, nor you neither, Teddy. Give me that doll at once, and I’ll pack him with the other toys." Teddy stared stonily at her, nor made the smallest effort to surrender his doll.