will convoy ye."

"But how is your brother to know me?"

"How? Because I'll gie him a sair sair hiding, if he lets ye gang by."

Then she returned the one-pound note, a fresh settlement was effected,
and she left him. At the door she said: "And I am muckle obleeged to ye
for your story and your goodness."

While uttering these words, she half kissed her hand to him, with a lofty
and disengaged gesture, such as one might expect from a queen, if queens
did not wear stays; and was gone.

When his lordship, a few minutes after, sauntered out for a stroll, the
first object he beheld was an exact human square, a handsome boy, with a
body swelled out apparently to the size of a man's, with blue flannel,
and blue cloth above it, leaning against a wall, with his hands in his
pockets--a statuette of _insouciance._

This marine puff-ball was Flucker Johnstone, aged fourteen.

Stain his sister's face with diluted walnut-juice, as they make the stage
gypsy and Red Indian (two animals imagined by actors to be one), and you
have Flucker's face.

A slight moral distinction remains, not to be so easily got over,

She was the best girl in the place, and he a baddish boy.