Rollo asked where Waldron was, and they said he was in his room, packing his trunk. So Rollo went to find him.
"Ah, Rollo," said Waldron, "I am glad you have come. I want you to sit on the top of my trunk with me, and make it shut down."
Rollo gave Waldron the assistance he required, and by the conjoined gravity of both the boys the trunk was made to shut. Waldron turned the key in an instant, and then said,—
"There! Get open again if you can. And now, Rollo," he continued, "tell me about the castle."
"Well, we had a very good time visiting it," said Rollo. "We went over the bridge where you and I stopped to look down to the market, and came to High Street. But instead of turning down, as we did when we were going to Holyrood, we turned up; because, you know, the castle is on the top of the hill."
"Yes," said Waldron, "I knew that was the way."
"Well, we went up High Street," continued Rollo. "The upper part of it is quite a handsome street. There were a great many large public buildings. We passed by a great cathedral, where, they said, a woman threw a stool at the minister, while he was preaching."
"What did she do that for?" asked Waldron.
"I don't know," said Rollo. "I suppose she did not like his preaching. It was in the reformation times. I believe he was preaching Popery, and she was a Protestant. Her name was Jenny Geddes. They have got the stool now."
"They have?" exclaimed Waldron.