And with children he's a regular Pied Piper."
Elizabeth came into the room and heard the last words.
"Is Father telling you about Mr. Jamieson? He's one of the people who'll be very 'far ben' in the next world; but when you know my father better, Mr. Stevenson, you will find that when a goose happens to belong to him it is invariably a swan. His church, his congregation, his house, his servants, his sons——"
"Even his slack-tongued and irreverent daughter," put in Mr. Seton.
"Are pretty nearly perfect," finished Elizabeth. "It is one of the nicest things about Father."
"There is something utterly wrong about the young people of this age," remarked Mr. Seton, as he looked at his watch; "they have no respect for their elders. Dear me! it's late. I must get to my sermon."
"You must come again, Mr. Stevenson," said Elizabeth. "It has been so nice seeing you."
And Mr. Stevenson had, perforce, to take his leave.
"A very nice fellow," said Mr. Seton, when the visitor had departed.
"A very personable young man," said Elizabeth, "but some day he'll get himself cursed, I'm afraid, for he doesn't know when to withdraw his foot from his neighbour's house. Half-past six! Nearly Buff's bed-time!" and as Mr. Seton went to his study Elizabeth flew to see what wickedness Buff had perpetrated since tea.