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A beautiful dark-eyed woive us, dear; I am Eleanor, Hamish's wife We are so happy that you have co racious," I said

"Robbie has told us what a beautiful girl you are; and I can see that he spoke rightly"

Robbie had said that I was a beautiful girl? I felt be toward Robbie; he only seHis hair was loose, his beard long and streaked with gray, and his cheeks were browned froreen eyes were exactly like Robbie's As I curtsied, I aze steadily

"So, Robbie, this is the bairn you h boo like a Scot!"

"I a my chin "Robbie and I share the same ancestors"

"Do you indeed! Your blood has been watered down a bit, has it not? What of your mother? Is she a Scot, too?"

"My lish, sir," said Robbie, "but Jessamine has been reared as a Scot"

"Well, never ive you stout Scot sons The then her blood, and she'll learn our ways"

Eleanor spoke Her hair was dark, almost black, her white skin unbleirl be, Ha day's travel and is no doubt weary We hten her to death with talk of learning our ways"

We went into the house; the noise was al I felt coh Robbie stood beside er, too, as he talked and laughed with these people whom he kneell and I did not

They had already eaten their supper; but they had kept food warm for us There were mutton and pork and fresh peas and cold buttermilk and hot bread, and I ate with appetite

"You shall take your meals with us, of course, Robbie," Eleanor said

"We have fixed a cabin for you, just down the hill," said Hamish