The sun flooded it. There came from
within the sound, up and down, of a churn, and a voice singing:
"O laddie, will ye gie to me
A ribbon for my fairing?"
CHAPTER VI
It grew that Ian was telling stories of cities--of London and of
Paris, for he had been there, and of Rome, for he had been there. He
had seen kings and queens, he had seen the Pope--
"Lord save us!" ejaculated Jenny Barrow.
He leaned against the dairy wall and the sun fell over him, and he
looked something finer and more golden than often came that way. Young
Gilian at the churn stood with parted lips, the long dasher still in
her hands. This was as good as stories of elves, pixies, fays, men of
peace and all! Elspeth let the milk-pans be and sat beside them on the
long bench, and, with hands folded in her lap, looked with brown eyes
many a league away. Neither Elspeth nor Gilian was without book
learning. Behind them and before them were long visits to scholar
kindred in a city in the north and fit schooling there. London and
Paris and Rome.... Foreign lands and the great world. And this was a
glittering young eagle that had sailed and seen!
Alexander gazed with delight upon Ian spreading triumphant wings. This
was his friend. There was nothing finer than continuously to come upon
praiseworthiness in your friend!
"And a beautiful lady came by who was the king's favorite--"
"Gude guide us! The limmer!"
"And she was walking on rose-colored velvet and her slippers had
diamonds worked in them.
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