carriage which she could order out as she had done with delight, the carriage from the hotel. There would be carriages to come, no doubt, but they would not be for her, and Marion knew that she herself must relapse into a very secondary place. She called to Archie, while he was improving his mind by questions to the groom, with great impatience, “Are you going to stay there all day? with nothing to see,” said Marion. And then she broke in upon the conversation, yawning largely, “Is there anything here to see?” The groom informed them of certain points which were considered interesting by visitors, the Chieftain’s Jump, and the Hanging Hill, where there was a “graun point o’ view.” “Oh, I’m not caring about the view,” said the girl pettishly, “but we’ll go and see the Chief’s Jump. It’ll always be something to do.” It proved, however, not very much to do, and the young lady was disappointed. “It’s only a rock,” she said with much impatience; “is there nothing, nothing to see in this dull place?” The groom was a native of the parish, and he was naturally offended. “It’s a great deal thought of,” he said, “the family--that is the real family--the Earl when he’s doun, and the young ladies, brings a’ the veesitors here. It’s a historical objeck as well as real romantic in itsel.” “I am not caring for historical things: and I don’t call that romantic,” said Marion. “Maybe,” said the groom, “you would like to go down the wood to auld Rankine’s cottage, that has the dougs?” “What dougs?” cried Archie, pricking up his ears. “Weel they’re just auld Rankin’s breed. He’s no historical, nor yet is he romantic: but Miss here will maybe relish him a’ the better. He’s a funny auld fellow, and the place is just fu’ o’ dougs--terriers: it’s a grand breed--a wee delicate, being just ower weel bred: but awfu’ thought upon by the leddies. The Earl and Lady Jean they get them for a’ their grand friends.” “I am just sick of the Earl and Lady Jean,” said Marion, stamping her foot. “That’s a peety,” said the groom, calmly, “for you’ll no live long here without hearing o’ them. Will I let ye see the way to auld Rankine’s? They’re funny bits o’ things.” “I would like to see the dougs,” said Archie mildly. Marion yielded, being not without a little hope of amusement hereby. But she took, and pinched, his arm as they went on, saying under her breath, “For any sake don’t say that--don’t say dougs! It’s so common, so Glesco! You are dreadfully Glesco--the man will think you are just like himself.” “What am I to say?” said Archie indignant, shaking his arm free of her hand.