The party remained a few days in Edinburgh to see various friends, and then proceeded on to Glen Tulloch--a romantic place in the Highlands-- the residence of Mr and Mrs Maclean, with whom they had been invited to stay. Every one was pleased with Fanny, and thought Norman a very fine boy, and he was perfectly satisfied with the praises he heard bestowed on him. The house stood on the side of a hill, with a stream running into a loch on one side, and a wide extent of level wild ground above it. Mr Maclean showed the children a rough little carriage he had had built, and told Fanny that she might take it out whenever she liked, and give her brother a drive over the moor. "I daresay as he has only just come from India, he is unaccustomed to walk over our rough ground, and you need not be afraid of breaking the carriage, you can go where you like." Fanny was delighted, and offered at once to take Norman out. "Yes, and I will sit in the carriage, and drive you with my whip, that will be good fun," said Norman. His whip, however, had not been brought to Scotland, but Mr Maclean, who thought he was in fun, cut him a long stick, and helped the children up the hill with the carriage. When they got on level ground, he wished them good-bye, and Fanny dragging the carriage into which Norman got, they proceeded on their journey. The carriage was roughly made, being merely a wooden box cut out, on either side with thick wooden wheels, and a pole by which it was dragged. Norman, however, thought it very good fun to sit in it, and be drawn along. At first, he contented himself with merely flourishing the stick, but when Fanny did not go fast enough to please him, he began to hit at her with it. "Go on, my little horse, go on. I wish you were a coolie, and I would soon make you move faster," he shouted out, hitting at her several times. As long as he only struck her dress, Fanny did not mind, but when the young tyrant, leaning forward, began to beat her on the shoulders, she turned round and declared that she would go no farther if he did so again. "But I will make you," he answered; "go on, I say." Fanny stopped, and again told him not to use his stick as he was doing. "Well, go on and you will see," he said, letting his stick hang out behind the carriage, for he was afraid that she would take it from him. Fanny once more began to drag the carriage forward, but she had not got far when she felt the stick on her shoulders. "You are not going fast enough to please me," cried Norman. "I told you that I would not draw you at all if you hit me, and you have done so notwithstanding," said Fanny, feeling very angry. "You cannot leave me out here by myself, so you must drag me home," said Norman, "and I am determined that you shall go as fast as I like." "Home we will go, then," answered Fanny, and, turning the carriage round, she began to return by the way they had come.