“Yes, I will,” answered Jamie.
“And you’ll give me the best bedroom, and will have choice dinners, and the best old tawny port, eh?”
“Yes, to be sure,” said the boy, flattered.
“Mate! mate! forfeit! and I suppose you’ll keep a hunter?”
“I shall have two—three,” said Jamie.
“And if I were you, I’d keep a pack of fox-hounds.”
“I will.”
“That’s for the winter, and other hounds for the summer.”
“I am sure I will, and wear a red coat.”
“Famous! but—there I spare you this time—you forfeited again.”