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"He set her on a coal-black steed, / Himsel lap on behind her, / An' he's awa' to the Hieland hills / Whare her frien's they canna find her. " / _Rob Roy_.
The occupants of Bide-a-Wee Cottage awoke in anything but a Jubilee humor, next day. Willie had intended to come at nine, but of course did not appear. Francesca took her breakfast in bed, and came listlessly into the sitting-room at ten o'clock, looking like a ghost. Jean's ankle was much better, -- the sprain proved to be not even a strain, -- but her wrist was painful. It was drizzling, too, and we had promised Miss Ardmore and Miss Macrae to aid with the last Jubilee decorations, the distribution of medals at the church, and the children's games and tea on the links in the afternoon.