er from the city
they brought many invalids, to spend the summer months under the
care of Janet and her daughter Robina, whereby not a few were
restored sufficiently to earn their bread for a time thereafter.

The very day the session was over, they returned to Glashruach,
where they were received by the laird, as he was still called, as if
they had been guests. They found Joseph, the old butler,
reinstated, and Angus again acting as gamekeeper. Ginevra welcomed
Joseph, but took the first opportunity of telling Angus that for her
father's sake Sir Gilbert allowed him to remain, but on the first
act of violence he should at once be dismissed, and probably
prosecuted as well. Donal's eldest brother was made bailiff.
Before long Gibbie got the other two also about him, and as soon
as, with justice, he was able, settled them together upon one of his
farms. Every Saturday, so long as Janet lived, they met, as in the
old times, at the cottage--only with Ginevra in the place of the
absent Donal. More to her own satisfaction, after all, than
Robert's, Janet went home first,--"to be at han'," she said, "to
open the door till him whan he chaps." Then Robert went to his sons
below on their farm, where he was well taken care of; but happily he
did not remain long behind his wife. That first summer, Nicie
returned to Glashruach to wait on Lady Galbraith, was more her
friend than her servant, and when she married, was settled on the
estate.

For some little time Ginevra was fully occupied in getting her house
in order, and furnishing the new part of it. When that was done,
Sir Gilbert gave an entertainment to his tenants. The laird
preferred a trip to the city, "on business," to the humiliation of
being present as other than the greatest; though perhaps he would
have minded it less had he ever himself given a dinner to his
tenants.

Robert and Janet declined the invitation.

"We're ower auld for makin' merry 'cep' in oor ain herts," said
Janet. "But bide ye, my bonny Sir Gibbie, till we're a' up yon'er,
an' syne we'll see."

The place of honour was therefore given to Jean Mavor, who was
beside herself with joy to see her broonie lord of the land, and be
seated beside him in respect and friendship. But her brother said
it was "clean ridic'lous;" and not to the last would consent to
regard the new laird as other than half-witted, insisting that
everything was done by his wife, and that the talk on his fingers
was a