_Song_ . . . ’My love she’s but a lassie yet.’ . . MR. RONALD STRANG. _Reading_ . . ’The Cameronian’s Dream.’ . . . . . . Miss M. DOUGLAS. _Song_ . . . ’O dinna cross the burn, Willie.’ . . MR. RONALD STRANG. _Pipe-Music_ ’Lord Breadalbane’s March.’ . . . . . MR. RONALD STRANG. _Service of Oranges._ _Hymn_ . . . ’Whither, pilgrims, are you going?’ . . CHILDREN. _Duet_ . . . ’Huntingtower.’ . . . . . . . . . . . . { Miss M. DOUGLAS { & Miss M. STRANG. But at this point Maggie broke into pure affright. ’Oh, Meenie!’ she cried—’how can I?—-before them all!’ ’But only before children!’ was the quick remonstrance. ’Would you have Ronald do everything? Why, look—an address—a song—a song—a march on the pipes—is he to have no rest at all?’ ’But you, Meenie—you can sing so well and without trouble—I know I will spoil everything——’ ’No, no, you will spoil nothing; and we will get through very well.’ ’Ferry well,’ she said, in spite of her Edinburgh birth; and she was evidently vastly proud of her skill in drawing up so brilliant and varied a programme. Maggie continued her reading—but now in some alarm: _Song_ . . . . ’The Laird o’ Cockpen.’ . . . . . MR. RONALD STRANG. _Reading_ . . ’Jeanie Morrison.’ . . . . . . . Miss M. DOUGLAS. _Service of Shortbread._ _Song_ . . . . ’Gloomy Winter’s now awa’.’ . . . MR. RONALD STRANG. _Song_ . . . . ’Auld Lang Syne.’ . . . . . . . . THE COMPANY. _Vote of thanks to the Chairman_ . . . . . . . . Miss M. DOUGLAS. _Finale._ _Pipe-Music, ’Caidil gu lo’_ (Sleep on till day) MR. RONALD STRANG. Meenie looked and laughed with pleasure; she was quite proud of her skill of arrangement. ’But, Meenie,’ her companion said, ’why have ye not put down a duet between you and Ronald? He can sing so well; and you; and that would be prettier far than anything. Do ye no mind the time we were a’ away fishing at Loch Loyal; and we were walking back; and Ronald was telling us of what he saw in a theatre in Edinburgh? And when he told us about the young lady’s sweetheart coming in a boat at night, and singing to her below the window, you knew what it was well enough—and you tried it together—oh! that was so fine! Will ye no ask him to sing that with ye?’ Meenie’s face flushed somewhat; and she would have evaded the question with a little laugh but that it was repeated. Whereupon she said—