So when at noon they had packed up the things, and proposed to be starting, Philip professed he was lame, would leave in the morning and follow; Follow he did not; do burns, when you go up a glen, follow after? Follow, he had not, nor left; do needles leave the loadstone? Nay, they had turned after starting, and looked through the trees at the corner, Lo, on the rocks by the lake there he was, the lassie beside him, Lo, there he was, stooping by her, and helping with stones from the water Safe in the wind to keep down the clothes she would spread for the drying. There they had left him, and there, if Katie was there, was Philip, There drying clothes, making fires, making love, getting on too by this time, Though he was shy, so exceedingly shy. You may say so, said Arthur, For the first time they had known with a peevish intonation,— Did not the Piper himself flirt more in a single evening, Namely, with Janet the elder, than Philip in all our sojourn? Philip had stayed, it was true; the Piper was loth to depart too, Harder his parting from Janet than e’en from the keeper at Balloch; And it was certain that Philip was lame. Yes, in his excuses, Answered the Piper, indeed!— But tell me, said Hobbes interposing, Did you not say she was seen every day in her beauty and bedgown Doing plain household work, as washing, cooking, scouring? How could he help but love her? nor lacked there perhaps the attraction That, in a blue cotton print tucked up over striped linsey-woolsey, Barefoot, barelegged, he beheld her, with arms bare up to the elbows, Bending with fork in her hand in a garden uprooting potatoes? Is not Katie as Rachel, and is not Philip a Jacob? Truly Jacob, supplanting a hairy Highland Esau? Shall he not, love-entertained, feed sheep for the Laban of Rannoch? Patriarch happier he, the long servitude ended of wooing, If when he wake in the morning he find not a Leah beside him! But the Tutor inquired, who had bit his lip to bleeding, How far off is the place? who will guide me thither to-morrow?