Chapter 19 CALF LOVE.

I gat my death frae twa sweet een,

Twa lovely een o' bonnie blue;

'Twas not her golden ringlets bright,

Her lips like roses wet wi' dew-

Her graceful bosom lily white-

It was her een sae bonnie blue.

Scotch Song.

The arrival of the Rolleston family created a good deal of interest in the limited society of the lake, and not enti