“Oh, this is nothing,” he observed, “we have come all the way from India by a steamer, through the Suez Canal and then along the Mediterranean and right through France.”
“You are a young traveller; Fanny knows that. Perhaps some day she may make the same journey,” observed Mrs Leslie. “Still you should not despise your sister, because she has not seen as much as you have.”
The party remained a few days in Edinburgh to see various friends, and then proceeded on to Glen Tulloch—a romantic place in the Highlands—the residence of Mr and Mrs Maclean, with whom they had been invited to stay.
Every one was pleased with Fanny, and thought Norman a very fine boy, and he was perfectly satisfied with the praises he heard bestowed on him.
The house stood on the side of a hill, with a stream running into a loch on one side, and a wide extent of level wild ground above it.
Mr Maclean showed the children a rough little carriage he had had built, and told Fanny that she might take it out whenever she liked, and give her brother a drive over the moor.
“I daresay as he has only just come from India, he is unaccustomed to walk over our rough ground, and you need not be afraid of breaking the carriage, you can go where you like.”
Fanny was delighted, and offered at once to take Norman out.
“Yes, and I will sit in the carriage, and drive you with my whip, that will be good fun,” said Norman.
