al and Jean._

THE little girl soon made everyone at Fairnilee happy. She was far too
young to remember her own home, and presently she was crawling up and
down the long hall and making friends with Randal. They found out that
her name was Jane Musgrave, though she could hardly say Musgrave; and
they called her Jean, with their Scotch tongues, or "Jean o' the Kye,"
because she came when the cows were driven home again.

Soon the old nurse came to like her near as well as Randal, "her ain
bairn" (her own child), as she called him. In the summer days, Jean,
as she grew older, would follow Randal about like a little doggie. They
went fishing together, and Randal would pull the trout out of Caddon
Burn, or the Burn of Peel; and Jeanie would be very proud of him, and
very much alarmed at the big, wide jaws of the yellow trout. And Randal
would plait helmets with green rushes for her and him, and make spears
of bulrushes, and play at tilts and tournaments. There was peace in the
country; or if there was war, it did not come near the quiet valley of
the Tweed and the hills that lie round Fairnilee. In summer they were
always on the hills and by the burnsides.

You cannot think, if you have not tried, what pleasant company a burn
is. It comes out of the deep; black wells in the moss, far away on the
tops of the hills, where the sheep feed, and the fox peers from his
hole, and the ravens build in the crags. The burn flows down from the
lonely places, cutting a way between steep, green banks, tumbling in
white waterfalls over rocks, and lying in black, deep pools below the
waterfalls. At every turn it does something new, and plays a fresh game
with its brown waters. The white pebbles in the water look like gold:
often Randal would pick one out and think he had found a gold-mine,
till he got it into the sunshine, and then it was only a white stone,
what he called a "chucky--stane;" but he kept hoping for better luck
next time. In the height of summer, when the streams were very low, he
and the shepherd's boys would build dams of stones and turf across a
narrow part of the burn, while Jean sat and watched them on a little
round knoll. Then, when plenty of water had collected in the pool, they
would break the dam and let it all run downhill in a little flood; they
called it a "hurly gush." And in winter they would slide on the black,
smooth ice of the boat-pool, beneath the branches of the alders.

Or they would go out with _Yarr