the night train south. You might put a few things in my bit bag."
Eppie passed her apron hastily across her eyes, and disappeared. And the minister knew that as far as his house-keeper was concerned, there would be nothing to fear.
A week after the minister went away, he came back, bringing the boys with him. They arrived in the afternoon, tired with their long journey, and only kept up by the cordial attentions of Jock Bruce, the stage-driver, who had regaled them with red and white peppermints, and told them fearsome Jacobite tales of the neighborhood, as they sat on the box at his side.
Eppie ran out to meet them, and as soon as she looked at them, she cried—"Eh! but the brown-eyed ane's awfu' like Miss Annie!" And then she put her arms around both boys and kissed them. They drew back as soon as they could, politely, but the "brown-eyed one" looked
