"And where are we going next, uncle George?" said Rollo, as they were all coming home to the hotel, from their last walk up to the castle.
"I am going to Kinross," said Mr. George.
"What is there at Kinross?" asked Rollo.
"There is a lake," said Mr. George, "and in the lake is an island, and on the island are the ruins of an old castle, and in the castle Mary, Queen of Scots, was imprisoned."
"Yes," said Waldron, "I have heard of Mary, Queen of Scots, but I do not know much about her."
Waldron, it must be confessed, was not much of a scholar. He had read very little, either of history or of any thing else.
"What was she remarkable for?" he asked.
"In the first place," said Mr. George, "she was very beautiful, and she was also very lovely."
"That is the same thing; is it not?" said Rollo.
"No, not by any means," said Mr. George. "There are many beautiful girls that are not lovely, and there are many lovely girls that are not particularly beautiful."