“Now, I’ll tell you my own adventures.”
“Begin at the beginning, won’t you? The very beginning, from the day you and I parted.”
“I will.”
But what Kenneth said deserves a chapter to its own account.
Chapter Twelve.
Kenneth and Archie.
“Adieu, adieu; my native land
Fades o’er the waters blue;
The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar,
And shrieks the wild sea-mew.
Yon sun that sets upon the sea
We follow in his flight;
Farewell awhile to him and thee,
My native land, good-night.”
Byron.
