"Oh, I love you, because you are good," she cried. "Then tell me your name," he said. "I'm Lois Ann Ferguson," chirped the little girl, "and father is Sandy Ferguson. Oh, there he is now. He's to play the pipes." She ran toward a sturdy man dressed in Highland costume, and carrying the bagpipes under his arm. Mr. Ferguson glanced at her flushed cheeks, saw the gorgeous doll that she flourished before his astonished eyes, and finally understood that the tall, handsome stranger had bestowed it upon his wee daughter, as a gift. He took her little hand, and hurried forward, saying: "I dinna ken why he should dae it for my wee lassie. "I wad gladly thank ye, sir," he said, "but I'm lost in wonder that ye made wee Lois sae blithe an' gay wi' the braw gift." "She's a dear little lass," said Uncle Harry, "and when I found her crying, I knew that a fine new doll would dry her tears. Don't bother to thank me. I made myself happy, when I comforted her." "I wish there were mair like ye," said Sandy Ferguson, "an' some day when ye're older, an' ha' a wee daughter of yer ain,--" "I have a wife and baby girl now," was the quick reply, "and they are my dearest possessions." "An' I thought ye a braw, bonny laddie, wi' yer fair hair an' blue een! Weel, weel, ye dinna hae tae live 'til ye're auld before ye ken tae dae a kindly act," Sandy Ferguson replied, "an' later when I play the pipes, an' Lois dances, she shall make her first bow tae her new friend." "Oh, Uncle Harry, _did_ you buy the new doll for the little girl?" It was little Flossie, who, after having searched every corner of the tent, had found him talking to the Scotchman and his little girl. "Is he your own uncle?" little Lois asked, looking up into Flossie's lovely face. "Oh, yes," said Flossie, "and he's the best uncle in the world." "I know he must be," said the little girl. "See how good he was to me." They turned to join the rest of their party, and little Lois looked over her shoulder, with one hand held fast in her father's, while with the other she tightly clasped the precious doll. "I saw the notice near the entrance when we came in, that a Scotch farmer would play, and his little daughter would dance," said Uncle Harry, "but that child is not much more than a baby. She cannot be more than four. It will be amusing to see her dance, and Nancy Ferris will enjoy it most of all." They found the others reading the notice of which they had been talking, and they were delighted when they heard what a very little girl it was who was to dance. They had a lunch served by girls dressed as dairy maids, and it was just such a lunch as might have been enjoyed at a farmhouse. The long table spread with its white cloth, and set with blue and white dishes, was decorated by a garland of small sunflowers that lay upon the cloth, down the centre, and the entire length of the table.