4 ARBENMOHR. 



" No doubt of it. Mrs. Fraser. Can you give us 

 something for dinner?" 



"Not very much, I fear, sir. You would like it 

 soon, I suppose?" 



"Yes, as soon as may be, if not too much 

 trouble." 



We now went out for a stroll, and to have a 

 look around. Fred Peyton and Ward, who had 

 never before been farther north than York, were 

 delighted with everything the wide unfenced 

 moors, the rough river and queer old bridge, and 

 the great towering hills around ; but, above all, 

 by the cheery, homely ways of the people. 



When we came back to the inn, dinner was 

 neatly laid out, simple, but good a fresh sea-trout, 

 black-faced mutton, and a dish of fruit with delicious 

 cream. Mrs. Fraser gave us some wine that she 

 had got, seventeen years ago, from her old master, 

 Cairndhu, on her beginning housekeeping, and her 

 training with him accounted for the excellent menage 

 of the clachan. 



A little after eight o'clock Dick brought round 

 the carriage ; so, bidding good-bye to the worthy 

 family, we journeyed north. 



Here our road led along the river for a mile or 



