CHAPTER XIII
THE DUKE VISITS STAIR FOR THE FIRST TIME
On my return to Stair I found Nancy on the south steps with a letter in her hand. In her white frock, with her hair bobbing in a bunch of curls on the top of her head, she looked scarce older than the day I had found her there "making verses" years agone.
"You went away," she said, with reproach in her tone.
"Guess whom I fell in with," I answered.
She hesitated a minute.
"Robin," said I.
"Robin who?" she inquired.
"Who but Robin Burns?"
"Oh, did ye?" she cried, her face aglow on the instant; "did ye, Jock? Why didn't ye bring him back with ye?"