A SON MAJESTE,

LE ROI DE SUEDE,

STOCKHOLM.

I did not know very much French, but I had enough to make that out.
What sort of eagle was this which had flown into our humble little nest?



CHAPTER VII.


THE CORRIEMUIR PEEL TOWER.

Well, it would weary me, and I am very sure that it would weary you
also, if I were to attempt to tell you how life went with us after this
man came under our roof, or the way in which he gradually came to win
the affections of every one of us. With the women it was quick work
enough; but soon he had thawed my father too, which was no such easy
matter, and had gained Jim Horscroft's goodwill as well as my own.
Indeed, we were but two great boys beside him, for he had been
everywhere and seen everything; and of an evening he would chatter away
in his limping English until he took us clean from the plain kitchen and
the little farm steading, to plunge us into courts and camps and
battlefields and all the wonders of the world. Horscroft had been sulky
enough with him at first; but de Lapp, with his tact and his easy ways,
soon drew him round, until he had quite won his heart, and Jim would sit