Part 4 (1/2)
The boys each seized one of the kitchen stools without stopping the song and marched with it to the hearth, and when they came to ”Peel's view halloo would awaken the dead,” they gave a howl that nearly brought down the ham from the rafters as they banged them down on the hearth-stones. Jean clapped her hands over her ears and ran for the mop, and in no time at all the puddles had disappeared and the boys were drinking tea by the fire.
Of course, Alan had no shoes to put on because his were soaking wet, and as it was now late in the afternoon it began to be a question how he should get back to the castle. It was still cold for going barefoot, and he was not used to it besides, and his clothes certainly would not be fit to put on for a long time.
They held a consultation. Alan thought he could go without shoes.
”You'll do nothing of the kind,” said Jean firmly. ”What sickness was it you had, anyway?”
”Measles,” said Alan, looking ashamed of it.
”Measles!” shouted Sandy. ”That's naught but a baby disease. My little sister had that. Sal, but I've had worse things the matter with me! I've had the fever, and once I cut my toe with the axe!”
”Hold your tongue, Sandy,” said Jean, ”and dinna boast! If Alan's had measles he can't go back to the castle barefoot; so you must just be stepping yourself, and stop by at the castle to tell Eppie McLean that Alan will bide here till his things are dry.”
Sandy rose reluctantly and set down his empty mug.
”Well, then, if I must, I must,” he said, and started off down the hill whistling.
V. EVENING IN THE WEE BIT HOOSIE
When he was out of sight, Jean brought in the was.h.i.+ng and then it was time to get supper. Alan helped set the table and kept the fire bright under the pot, while Jock fed the hens and brought in the eggs; and when the Shepherd and Tam returned from the hills, you can imagine how surprised they were to find three children waiting for them instead of two. At supper the Shepherd had to be told all the adventures of the day and how it happened that Alan was wearing the kilts, and by the time it was over you would have thought they had known each other all their lives. While Jean cleared away the dishes, the Shepherd drew his chair to the fire and beckoned Alan to him.
”Come here, laddie,” he said, ”and give us a look at your plaidie. It's been lying there in the kist, and I've not seen a sight of it since I was a lad. It's the Campbell plaid, ye ken, and I mind once when I was a lad I was on my way home from the kirk and a hare crossed my path. It's ill luck for a hare to cross your path, and fine I proved it. I clean forgot it was the Sabbath and louped the d.y.k.e after him. My kiltie caught on a stone, and there I was hanging upside down. My father loosed me, but my kiltie was torn and I had to go to bed without my supper for breaking the Sabbath.”
”Is the hole there yet?” asked Jean.
”Na, na;” said the Shepherd. ”You didn't think your grandmother was such a thriftless wifie as that! She mended the hole so that you could never find where it had been.”
He examined fold after fold carefully.
”There, now,” he exclaimed at last, ”if you want to see mending that would make you proud to wear it, look at that.”
Jean and Jock stuck their heads over his shoulder, and Alan twisted himself nearly in two trying to see his own back.
”We have a plaid a good deal like this,” said Alan, looking closely at the pattern. ”My mother's name was McGregor, but she has relations named Campbell.”
”Are you really a Scotch body, then?” cried Robin with new interest in Alan. ”I thought you were an English boy.”
”I live in London,” Alan answered, ”but my mother's people are all Scotch, and she loves Scotland. That's one reason why she sent me up here to be with Eppie McLean.”
”Losh, mannie,” cried the Shepherd, ”if you have Campbell relatives and your mother's name was McGregor, it's likely you are a descendant from old Rob Roy himself, and if so, we're all kinsmen. Inversnaid, where Rob Roy's cave is, is but a few miles from here, and it was in this very country that he hid himself among rocks and caves, giving to the poor with his left hand what he took from the rich with his right. Well, well, laddie, the old clans are scattered now, but blood is thicker than water still, and you're welcome to the fireside of your kinsman!”
”Is he really a relation?” cried Jean and Jock eagerly.
”Well,” said the Scotchman cautiously, ”I'm not saying he is precisely, but I'm not saying he is not, either. The Campbells and the McGregors have lived in these parts for better than two hundred years, and it's not likely that Alan could lay claim to both names and be no relation at all. If there were still clans, as there used to be in the old days, we'd all belong to the same one, and that I do not doubt.”
”I'm sure I'd like that,” said Alan, and Jock was so delighted with his new relative that he stood on his head in the middle of the floor to express his feelings. When the excitement had died down a bit, Alan drew his stool up beside the Shepherd's knee and said: ”Won't you please tell us about Rob Roy, Cousin Campbell?
If he's an ancestor of mine, I ought to know more about him.”
”Oh, do, Father,” echoed the Twins, planting their stools beside the other knee. Even Tam was interested. He sat on the hearth in front of the Shepherd, looking up into his face as if he understood every word.
The Shepherd gazed thoughtfully into the fire for a moment; then he said: ”I can tell you what my grandsire told me, and he got it from his grandsire, so it must be true. In the beginning Rob Roy was as staunch a man as any, and held his own property like other gentlemen.