"I wish that was the Bruce's crown," said Ellen, after a while. "I should like to see anything that belonged to him."
"I'll take you to the field of Bannockburn some day; that belonged to him with a vengeance. It lies over yonder."
"Bannockburn! will you? and Stirling castle! Oh, how I should like that!"
"Stirling castle," said Mr. Lindsay, smiling at Ellen's clasped hands of delight; "what do you know of Stirling castle?"
"From the history, you know, Sir, and the Lord of the Isles;
" 'Old Stirling's towers arose in light ' "
"Go on," said Mr. Lindsay.
" 'And twined in links of silver bright,
Her winding river lay.' "
"That's this same river Forth, Ellen. Do you know any more?"
"Oh yes, Sir."