"Ah, my fine fellow!" her eyes said, "he is after you! he will be here presently!" Grizzie afforded a wonderfully perfect instance of a relation which is one of the loveliest in humanity--absolute service without a shade of servility.

She would have died for her master, but even to him she must speak her mind.

Her own affairs were nothing to her, and those of her master as those of the universe, but she was vitally one of his family, as the toes belong to the head! In truth, she was of the family like a poor relation, with few privileges, and no end of duties; and she thought ten times more of her duties than her privileges.

She would have fed, and sometimes did feed with perfect satisfaction on the poorest scraps remaining from meals, but a doubt of the laird's preference of her porridge to that of any maker in broad Scotland, would have given her a sore heart.

She would have wept bitter tears had the privilege of washing the laird's feet been taken from her.