’You lazy laddies,’ he said, ’what are ye thinking o’? Here’s a chance for ye, if there’s a pennyworth o’ spunk among the lot o’ ye. They lasses there wait on ye the whole year long, and make the beds for ye, and redd the house; I’m thinking ye might do worse than wait on them for one night, and bring in the supper when they sit down. They canna do both things; and the fun o’ the night belongs to them or to nobody at all.’ At first there was a little shamefaced reluctance—it was ’lasses’ work,’ they said—until a great huge Highland tyke—a Ross-shire drover who happened to be here on a visit—a man of about six feet four, with a red beard big enough for a raven to build in, declared that he would lend a hand, if no one else did; and forthwith brought his huge fist down on the bar-room table to give emphasis to his words. There was some suspicion that this unwonted gallantry was due to the fact that he had a covetous eye on Jeannie, Donald Macrae’s lass, who was a very superior dairy-mistress, and was also heir-presumptive to her father’s farmstead and about a score of well-favoured cattle; but that was neither here nor there; he was as good as his word; he organised the brigade, and led it; and if he swallowed a stiff glass of whisky before setting out from the kitchen for the barn, with a steaming plate of soup in each hand, that was merely to steady his nerves and enable him to face the merriment of the whole gang of those girls. And then when this red-bearded giant of a Ganymede and his attendants had served every one, they fetched in their own plates, and sat down; and time was allowed them; for the evening was young yet, and no one in a hurry.