But Robert would fain hear more of his mother.
'What was my mother like, Mr.Lammie ?' he asked.
'Eh, my man! ye suld hae seen her upon a bonnie bay mere that yer father gae her.

Faith! she sat as straught as a rash, wi' jist a hing i' the heid o' her, like the heid o' a halm o' wild aits.' 'My father wasna that ill till her than ?' suggested Robert.
'Wha ever daured say sic a thing ?' returned Mr.Lammie, but in a tone so far from satisfactory to Robert, that he inquired no more in that direction.
I need hardly say that from that night Robert was more than ever diligent with his violin..