battlements--a tall lad for his age, of the same colouring as
Eleanor, and very handsome, except for the blemish of a dark-red
mark upon one cheek.

'How now, wee Andie?' he exclaimed, tossing the baby boy up in
his arms, and then on the cry of 'Johnnie too!' 'Me too!'
performing the same feat with the other two, the last so
boisterously that Mary screamed that 'the bairnie would be
coupit over the crag.'

'What, looking out over the sea?' he cried to his elder sisters.
'That's the wrang side! Ye should look out on the other, to
see Glenuskie coming with Davie and Malcolm, so we'll have no
lack of minstrelsy and tales to-night, that is if the doited old
council will let me alone. Here, come to the southern tower to
watch for them.'

The sisters had worked themselves to the point of eagerness
where propitious moments are disregarded, and both broke out--

'Glenuskie is going to Margaret. We want to go with him!'

'Go! Go to Margaret and leave me!' cried James, the red spot
on his face spreading.

'Oh, Jamie, it is so dull and dreary, and folks are so fierce
and rude.'

'That might be when that loon Hepburn had you, but now you have
me, who can take order with them.'