I would keep up the play as well as I could, but soon some luckless word would show that I was only plain Jock Calder of West Inch, and out would come her lip again in scorn of me.

So we moved on, she in the air and I on the ground; and if the rift had not come in one way, it must in another.
It was after Christmas, but the winter had been mild, with just frost enough to make it safe walking over the peat bogs.

One fresh morning Edie had been out early, and she came back to breakfast with a fleck of colour on her cheeks.
"Has your friend the doctor's son come home, Jack ?" says she.
"I heard that it was expected." "Ah! then it must have been him that I met on the muir." "What! you met Jim Horscroft ?" "I am sure it must be he.

A splendid-looking man--a hero, with curly black hair, a short, straight nose, and grey eyes.

He had shoulders like a statue, and as to height, why, I suppose that your head, Jack, would come up to his scarf-pin." "Up to his ear, Edie!" said I indignantly.