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Playing Sir Patrick Spens.
'O lang, lang may the ladyes sit Wi' their face into their hand, Before they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the strand.' Sir Patrick Spens.
We forced our toes into the crevices of the wall and peeped stealthily over the top.

Two boys of eight or ten years, with two younger children, were busily engaged in building a castle.

A great pile of stones had been hauled to the spot, evidently for the purpose of mending the wall, and these were serving as rich material for sport.

The oldest of the company, a bright-eyed, rosy-cheeked boy in an Eton jacket and broad white collar, was obviously commander-in-chief; and the next in size, whom he called Rafe, was a laddie of eight, in kilts.