the hollows which ran into a triangle at the wrist, and the pale-
blue veins which the slight wrinkles have thrown into relief.

"An' I mind the time when three o' his Majesty's officers--nane
o' yer militia wi' horses that rin awa' wi' them ilka time they
gang oot till exerceese, but rale sodgers wi' sabre-tashies to
their heels and spurs like pitawtie dreels. Aye, sirs, but that
was before I married an elder in the Kirk o' the Marrow. I wasna
twenty-three when I had dune wi' the gawds an' vanities o' this
wicked world."

"I saw a minister lad the day--a stranger," said Winsome, very
quietly.

"Sirce me," returned her grandmother briskly; "kenned I e'er the
like o' ye, Winifred Chayrteris, for licht-heedit-ness an' lack o'
a' common sense! Saw a minister an' ne'er thocht, belike, o'
sayin' cheep ony mair nor if he had been a wutterick [weasel]. An'
what like was he, na? Was he young, or auld--or no sae verra auld,
like mysel'? Did he look like an Establisher by the consequence o'
the body, or--"

"But, grannie dear, how is it possible that I should ken, when all
that I saw of him was but his coat-tails? It was him that was
running away."

"My certes," said grannie, "but the times are changed since my
day! When I was as young as ye are the day it wasna sodger or
minister ayther that wad hae run frae the sicht o' me. But a
minister, and a fine, young-looking man, I think ye said,"