ow you didn't let me have my own way, now, did you?
But somehow, I think I was always in a better humour at Kirsty's here,
I didn't have anyone to bother me."

"I know what I'd like most to be," said Scotty, with a sudden burst of
feeling.

"What?"

"A Prince!"

"A Prince! Why, in all the world?"

"Because you are just like all the Princesses I have ever read about."
Scotty was making headlong progress in a subject to which he had never
been even introduced by Monteith.

The girl looked up at him with an expression of half-amused wonder in
her eyes.

"Why, Scotty," she declared, "you're as bad as any society man for
paying compliments. But you will be something great some day, I know.
Mr. Monteith says so."

Scotty's face lit up. "If I'm ever worth anything I'll owe it all to
him," he exclaimed enthusiastically. "Isn't he fine?"

"He's just a dear. If it hadn't been for his help I should never have
been able to come for this visit. But he told Aunt Eleanor that we
would elope if I wasn't allowed to come. Isn't he funny? And just
think, Scotty, I'm going to stay a whole month, perhaps two!"

Scotty was speechless.

"Now, I'm sure you're glad! Yes, I'm to stay at the manse for about
two weeks, until poor Jimmie and Kirsty have a little honeymoon by
themselves, and then I'm coming here. Auntie and Uncle have been
invited to spend a month with friends in Toronto, and I didn't want to
go because"--she hesitated and then laughed softly--"well, because I
have to be so horribly proper all the time, so I begged to come here
instead, and as Mrs. Cameron had invited me and Mr. Monteith coaxed
too, Uncle Walter consented. And there's a possibility they might not
be back till Christmas. Oh, I wish they wouldn't! Am I not wicked?"

"I've got a colt of my own," Scotty burst forth with apparent
irrelevance, "he's a fine driver."

Isabel seemed to understand.

"I hope Mrs. Cameron will let me go," she said, though there had been
no invitation. She glanced around the room and found that lady making
rather anxious motions in her direction.

The minister's wife had been taking note of the fact that Miss Herbert
and one of the young MacDonald men had been renewing their acquaintance
in a rather headlong fashion. Mrs. Cameron was a lady who had an eye
for the fitness of things, and, being responsible for young Miss
Herbert, she decided it was high time to take her home. So, when the
girl looked up her hos