Such was my experience with my American nephews.

Scotland was all right, but England that had fought Scotland was the wicked partner.

Not till they became men was the prejudice eradicated, and even yet some of it may linger.
Uncle Lauder has told me since that he often brought people into the room assuring them that he could make "Dod" (George Lauder) and me weep, laugh, or close our little fists ready to fight--in short, play upon all our moods through the influence of poetry and song.

The betrayal of Wallace was his trump card which never failed to cause our little hearts to sob, a complete breakdown being the invariable result.

Often as he told the story it never lost its hold.