These two looked as if they might be scions of the aristocracy, while Dandie and the Wrig were fat little yokels of another sort.

The miniature castle must have been the work of several mornings, and was worthy of the respectful but silent admiration with which we gazed upon it; but as the last stone was placed in the tower, the master builder looked up and spied our interested eyes peering at him over the wall.

We were properly abashed, and ducked our heads discreetly at once, but were reassured by hearing him run rapidly towards us, calling, "Stop, if you please! Have you anything on just now--are you busy ?" We answered that we were quite at leisure.
"Then would you mind coming in to help us play 'Sir Patrick Spens'?
There aren't enough of us to do it nicely." This confidence was touching, and luckily it was not in the least misplaced.

Playing 'Sir Patrick Spens' was exactly in our line, little as he suspected it.
"Come and help ?" I said.

"Simply delighted! Do come, Fanny dear.