"Hein! A yoong mees! Beg pardong, then--have I deesturb you?"

"No, sir," rising to her feet; "only I've lost my sunbonnet!" looking
ruefully down to where it hung tantalizingly in sight, but far out of
reach, on a jutting point of rock. He looked too, then shrugged his
shoulders with a sympathetic air.

"If I have only been some tall now, mees, or if I could some climb down
there--but, alas!"

He shook his head, and threw out his hands with a helpless motion, and
just then a clear whistle rose from the base of the cliff, giving the
tune of "Annie Laurie." The two looking down then caught a glimpse of a
strong white hand, issuing from a black coat-sleeve, which was extended
towards them, as the nervous-looking fingers grasped a ledge of rock
preparatory to a spring, when the little man burst out,--

"Ha! Mine nevew! Robare, Robare, look! look dis way!"

The whistle ceased, and a head was thrust forward,--a well-cropped,
chestnut head,--while a voice as clear as the whistle sang out,--

"Hello, uncle! That you, up there? How did you make it? Haven't got a
rope to give me a lift, have you?"

"No, no, vait! Dat--dat--zing--Oh, you tell he!" turning impatiently to
Sara, for, in trying to speak quickly, his limited English had quite
deserted him.

She called out obediently, in her rich young voice,--