"I did not know we were Scotch; papa never said anything about it,or seemed to care about Scotland, except to have me sing the oldballads," said Rose, beginning to feel as if she had left Americabehind her somewhere.
"Neither did we till lately. We've been reading Scott's novels, andall of a sudden we remembered that our grandfather was aScotchman. So we hunted up the old stories, got a bagpipe, put onour plaids, and went in, heart and soul, for the glory of the Clan.
We've been at it some time now,Designer Handbags, and it's great fun. Our people likeit, and I think we are a pretty canny set."Archie said this from the other coach-step, where he had perched,nike shox torch ii,while the rest climbed up before and behind to join in the chat asthey rested.
"I'm Fitzjames and he's Roderick Dhu, and we'll give you thebroadsword combat some day. It's a great thing, you'd betterbelieve," added the Prince.
"Yes, and you should hear Steve play the pipes. He makes 'em skirllike a good one," cried Will from the box, eager to air theaccomplishments of his race.
"Mac's the fellow to hunt up the old stories and tell us how to dressright, and pick out rousing bits for us to speak and sing," put inGeordie, saying a good word for the absent Worm.
"And what do you and Will do?" asked Rose of Jamie, who satbeside her as if bound to keep her in sight till the promised gift hadbeen handed over.
"Oh, I'm the little foot-page, and do errands, and Will and Geordieare the troops when we march, and the stags when we hunt, andthe traitors when we want to cut any heads off.""They are very obliging, I'm sure," said Rose, whereat the "utilitymen" beamed with modest pride and resolved to enact Wallaceand Montrose as soon as possible for their cousin's special benefit.
"Let's have a game of tag," cried the Prince, swinging himself up toa beam with a sounding slap on Stevie's shoulder.
Regardless of his gloves, Dandy tore after him, and the restswarmed in every direction as if bent on breaking their necks anddislocating their joints as rapidly as possible.
It was a new and astonishing spectacle to Rose, fresh from a primboarding-school, and she watched the active lads with breathlessinterest, thinking their antics far superior to those of Mops, thedear departed monkey.
Will had just covered himself with glory by pitching off a high lofthead first and coming up all right, when Phebe appeared with acloak,LINK, hood, and rubbers, also a message from Aunt Plenty that"Miss Rose was to come in directly.""All right; we'll bring her!" answered Archie, issuing somemysterious order, which was so promptly obeyed that, before Rosecould get out of the carriage,cheap designer handbags, the boys had caught hold of the poleand rattled her out of the barn, round the oval and up to the frontdoor with a cheer that brought two caps to an upper window, andcaused Debby to cry aloud from the back porch"Them harum-scarum boys will certainly be the death of thatdelicate little creter!"But the "delicate little creter" seemed all the better for her trip, andran up the steps looking rosy, gay, and dishevelled, to be receivedwith lamentation by Aunt Plenty, who begged her to go and liedown at once.
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