"You're vara welcome, young leddy," said she, "and the Lord make ye a blessin' amang us. Will ye come ben the now? Miss Flora, she's aff to find the minister, bless her bonnie face!--but if ye'll please to come awa' wi' me, I'll show ye the way.--Maister Angus, my laddie, welcome hame!--are ye grown too grand to kiss your auld nursie, my callant?" Angus gave her a kiss, but not at all like Flora; rather as if he had it to do, and wanted to get it over. "Well, Helen!" said Mr Cameron, as he came down from the chaise, "and how goes the world with you, my woman?" "I wish ye a gude evening, Mr Alexander," said she. "The warld gaes vara weel wi' me, thanks to ye for speirin'. No that the warld's onie better, but the Lord turns all to gude for His ain. The minister's in his study, and he'll be blithe to see ye. Now, my lassie--I ask your pardon, but ye see I'm used to Miss Flora." "Please call me just what you like," I said, and I followed Helen up a little passage paved with stone, and into a room on the right hand, where I found Flora standing by a tall fine-looking man, who had his arm round her shoulders, and who was so like her that he could only be her father. Flora's face was lighted up as I had seen it but once before-- so bright and happy she looked! "And here is our young guest, your cousin," said my Uncle Drummond, turning to me with a very kind smile. "My dear, may your stay be profitable and pleasant among us,--ay, and mayest thou find favour in the eyes of the God of Israel, under whose wings thou art come to trust!" It sounded very strange to me. Did these people pray about everything? I had heard Father speak contemptuously of "praying Presbyters," and I thought Uncle Drummond must be one of that sort. But I could not see that a minister looked at all different from a clergyman. They seemed to me very much the same sort of creature. Mr Cameron was to stay the night at the manse, and to go on in the morning to his own home, which is about fourteen miles further. Flora carried me off to her chamber, where she and I were to sleep, and we changed our travelling dresses, and had a good wash, and then came down to supper. During the evening Mr Cameron said, laughingly,-- "Well, my fair maid who objects to the South, have you digested the Iberii?" "I think I have remembered all you told us, Sir," said I; "but if you please, I am very sorry, but I am afraid we do come from the South. Our family, I mean. My father's father, I believe, belonged Wiltshire; and his father, who was a captain in the navy, was a Courtenay of Powderham, whatever that means. My sister Fanny knows all about it, but I don't understand it--only I am afraid we must have come from the South." Mr Cameron laughed, and so did my Uncle Drummond and Flora.