CHAPTEE XVIII. 



WARD GRUMBLES AT OUR INACTION, AND HARD WORK 

 IS RESUMED. 



SEVERAL long summer days were now passed in 

 wandering by hill and loch, or in drives about the 

 country ; but, chiefly, it was the river- side we 

 sought for enjoyment, as it seemed a never-ceasing 

 delight to fish and sketch on its wild and beautiful 

 banks, the more so as each one tried to be pleasant 

 and useful for the others. But, meanwhile, the grouse 

 were being sadly neglected, and the salmon-fishing 

 was not prosecuted with the pertinacious zeal 

 which this noble sport demands. True enough, we 

 always got fish of some sort, and Mesdames Peyton 

 and Clive were becoming keen anglers; indeed, 

 Miss Clive had hooked, and very nearly landed, a 

 grilse an event drolly sketched by Ward, in pro- 

 nounced colour and caricature, to that young lady's 



