"I have a wife and baby girl now," was the quick reply, "and they are my dearest possessions."
"An' I thought ye a braw, bonny laddie, wi' yer fair hair an' blue een! Weel, weel, ye dinna hae tae live 'til ye're auld before ye ken tae dae a kindly act," Sandy Ferguson replied, "an' later when I play the pipes, an' Lois dances, she shall make her first bow tae her new friend."
"Oh, Uncle Harry, did you buy the new doll for the little girl?"
It was little Flossie, who, after having searched every corner of the tent, had found him talking to the Scotchman and his little girl.
"Is he your own uncle?" little Lois asked, looking up into Flossie's lovely face.
"Oh, yes," said Flossie, "and he's the best uncle in the world."
"I know he must be," said the little girl. "See how good he was to me."
They turned to join the rest of their party, and little Lois looked over her shoulder, with one hand held fast in her father's, while with the other she tightly clasped the precious doll.
"I saw the notice near the entrance when we came in, that a Scotch farmer would play, and his little daughter would dance," said Uncle Harry, "but that child is not much more than a baby. She cannot be more than four. It will be amusing to see her dance, and Nancy Ferris will enjoy it most of all."
They found the others reading the notice of which they had been talking, and they were delighted when they heard what a very little girl it was who was to dance.