"Is that your experience?"
General Macdonald gazed rather dreamily over the loch in front of him, then he turned, and Rowena saw a shining, steadfast light in his dark eyes.
"Yes, I've stepped into another environment," he said; "and it's a very good sort of one, I can tell you."
Rowena was silent.
Then Mysie made her appearance. She was munching a cake, but approached Rowena in a mysterious manner.
"I know something," she said.
"So do I," said Rowena, "many things."
"Ah, but this is an event."
Then in rather a loud whisper she asserted:
"I know when your birthday is. The day after to-morrow. Granny is going to make a special cake for it—she's told me so."