'No,' answered Shargar, gloomily. 'There's the man that took me up.'
'An' wha may ye be?' she asked, turning to Falconer.
'Mr. Falconer,' said Shargar.
'No a son o' Anerew Faukner?' she asked again, with evident interest.
'The same,' answered Robert.
'Well, Geordie,' she said, turning once more to her son, 'it's like mither, like father to the twa o' ye.'
'Did you know my father?' asked Robert, eagerly.
Instead of answering him she made another remark to her son.
'He needna be ashamed o' your company, ony gait—queer kin' o' a mither 'at I am.'
'He never was ashamed of my company,' said Shargar, still gloomily.