"Beads and bonnie things," said Grant, with a broad Scotch smile.
"That's it, doctor," said the colonel. "Beads and bonnie things. But an escort as well, eh?"
"Yes, fifty marines and blue-jackets."
"And start to-morrow?"
"Capital!"
"And now, Grant, I know you sing and play. Yonder is the piano; sit down and delight us."
Grant required no second bidding.
After a most charming prelude he said smiling:
"I'm going to sing you songs of the triune nation—Scotland, England, and Ireland."
And so he did.