Norman Vallery

Chapter 17

"I am very sure he thinks the little child a great blessing, and would much rather have it than be without its companionship," observed Mrs Leslie. "From the account you gave of the boy, he is very intelligent and obedient."

"Oh yes!" answered f.a.n.n.y, "he seems to understand what his grandfather wishes him to do, and does it immediately. When he was sent back, before going he sprang up into the old man"s arms, and gave him a kiss, and then ran off across the moor singing merrily."

"I thought him a stupid little brat," muttered Norman. "When I ran out while you were drying your clothes, f.a.n.n.y, and told him to draw me about in the carriage, he said that he could not till he had asked his grandfather"s leave, as he had to run after one of the cows which was straying further than she ought."

"That, instead of showing that he is stupid, proves that he is sensible and obedient, and I wish that another little boy I know of, was equally sensible and obedient," observed Mrs Leslie, looking at Norman.

Norman tried to appear unconcerned, but he knew very well that his grandmamma alluded to him.

"I will make him do what I want, the next time I go there," said Norman, but he took care that Mrs Leslie should not hear him.

The account which f.a.n.n.y had heard, made her eager to set off that morning to visit the old sailor and his grandchild.

"May we have the carriage, Mr Maclean?" she asked. "I should so like to take little Robby some toys, or picture-books, or fruit, or something that he would like it would make him happy, and, I hope, please the old man."

"We shall be very glad to give you some things to take," said Mrs Maclean, "and though I do not think we have any toys, we may find some picture-books, at all events we can send some fruit and cakes which will be welcome."

"Oh, thank you, thank you," exclaimed f.a.n.n.y, "if we go as soon as we have had our reading, we shall be back by luncheon-time, and now I think I know the way too well to run the risk of losing it."

"You must take care not to tumble into the water again though," said Mrs Vallery.

"I will take care not to do that, mamma; indeed, there is no risk of it, as old Alec showed us a safe way across the stream, and I can easily carry Norman over, so that there will be no chance either of his tumbling in, if he does not kick about while I have him in my arms."

"Will you behave properly, and do as your sister tells you?" asked Mrs Vallery, turning to Norman.

"I always behave properly," answered the young gentleman, looking indignant at the idea of his ever doing otherwise.

"Norman will be very good I am sure," said f.a.n.n.y, fearing that any difficulty might arise to prevent the intended excursion.

Just as they left the breakfast-room, however, Sandy Fraser came to the door.

"It"s a fine day for the young folks to take a row on the loch, and so I just came up to see if they were willing to go," he said, as he pulled off his bonnet and wished the laird and ladies good morning.

"Oh, I shall like that much better than b.u.mping over the moor in the little cart," exclaimed Norman. "f.a.n.n.y, I am going with Sandy Fraser on the loch, and you can pay your visit to old Alec and his stupid little grandson another day. It will be much better fun to row about on the water, and I will take a rod and line, and I am sure I shall catch I don"t know how many fish in a short time."

These remarks were not heard by the rest of the party.

"Mamma, do let me go with Sandy Fraser," exclaimed Norman, as Mrs Vallery appeared from the breakfast-room. "f.a.n.n.y does not care about the trip over the moor I am sure, and we shall both like a row in the boat much better."

"In that case, as Sandy has come up for you, I certainly would rather you accompanied him," said Mrs Vallery, and going to the door without waiting to hear what f.a.n.n.y had to say on the subject, she told Sandy that the children would soon be ready, if Mr Maclean approved of their going.

"That"s jolly," cried Norman. "Mr Maclean can you lend me one of your rods? I want to catch some fish for you."

"You would find it a hard matter even to hold one," answered the laird, "but I will get a long thin stick cut, which you will be able to manage better than one of my rods. And let me advise you to sit quiet in the boat, and do what Sandy tells you, or you will get into mischief. If you promise me this you may go."

"Oh yes, I promise to sit quiet," answered Norman, "and you may be sure I will not get into mischief."

f.a.n.n.y though she liked going on the water, would much rather have paid a visit to old Alec, but she was always ready to give up her wishes to please others, and as Norman seemed so eager to take a row in the boat, she agreed to accompany him.

Sandy undertook to dig for some worms for bait, and to cut a rod. When he brought it back, Mr Maclean fastened a line with a float and a hook to it.

"There, young gentleman, you are fitted out as an angler," he observed, as he gave it him. "Would you like a very large basket to bring back your fish in, or will a small one do?"

"I think I had better take a large one," answered Norman. "f.a.n.n.y can carry it down to the boat, and Sandy and I will bring it back slung on a thick stick when it"s full of fish."

The laird laughed heartily. "You must not blame your fishing-rod if you are not successful, for you will catch quite as many with it, as you would were I to lend you one of mine," he observed. "Now good-bye, and remember your promise to behave properly, and Sandy will do his part in looking after you."

f.a.n.n.y came down ready to set off.

While she walked on by the side of the old man, Norman frequently started ahead, flourishing his fishing-rod in the way he had seen Mr Maclean flourish his, and eager to begin drawing in the fish he expected to catch.

They soon reached the boat.

"Now, Miss f.a.n.n.y, do you sit in the stern, and Master Norman, you keep by me in the middle of the boat, and take care that you do not hook your sister when you are whisking about your rod. We will gang to the end of the loch first, where I promised to take you, and then you can begin to fish on the way back."

"But why should I not begin to fish at once?" exclaimed Norman. "That"s what I want to do, I do not care about the scenery."

"But the young lady maybe does," observed Sandy, "and I wish to do what she likes best."

"But I want to fish, I say," exclaimed Norman. "Why cannot I begin while the boat is going on? I wish you would put some bait on my hook, for I don"t like to touch the nasty worms--then you will see how soon I shall catch a fish."

Sandy gave a broad grin, as he put on a worm, and then throwing the line into the water, let Norman hold his stick, while he again took the oars, and rowed slowly along towards the end of the loch.

f.a.n.n.y sat in the stern of the boat, looking like a bright little fairy-- admiring the scenery, even more than she did on her first excursion with the laird. She wished that Norman could admire it too, but he kept his eye on the float, thinking much more of the fish he expected to catch than of the mountains and rocks and tree-covered islets.

"I am so very much obliged to you for bringing us," she said to Sandy.

"This is indeed very beautiful."

"Oh yes, its very braw," answered Sandy,--but she could obtain no further expression of admiration from him, for having lived near the loch nearly all his life, he saw nothing very remarkable about it.

"I wonder whether there is any other place equal to this in all Scotland," exclaimed f.a.n.n.y, after they had gone a little further, and had come in sight of a deep valley opening up on one side, down which a sparkling stream rushed impetuously into the loch, while a waterfall came leaping down from rock to rock among the trees which clothed the valley"s side, now appearing, now concealed from sight by the overhanging foliage.

"Oh yes!" answered Sandy, "there are mony streams and lochs in the He"lands, but ye maun gang far to find one with fish bigger than swim in Loch Tulloch."

"But I was speaking of the scenery," said f.a.n.n.y, "I dinna ken much about that," said Sandy, not exactly understanding her.

Still f.a.n.n.y continued to make her remarks, and to utter exclamations of delight, and Sandy was at all events satisfied that she was well pleased.

"I wish you would not talk so much, f.a.n.n.y," cried Norman. "I have been fishing away for I don"t know how long, and I have not caught anything yet, and I am sure it is all your fault. You frighten the fish away."

"Unless the fish come to the top of the water, they are not likely to bite at your hook," she replied, "for I have seen it floating there, ever since Sandy began to row."

"Can"t you stop rowing then, and let me catch some fish," exclaimed Norman, turning round with an aggrieved look to the old man. "It matters much more that I should catch fish, than that we should get to the end of the loch just to please f.a.n.n.y."

"I have no objection to stop rowing if you wish it, young gentleman,"

said Sandy, "though I would rather hear you say that you wanted to please your sister more than yourself."

Norman did not heed the rebuke, but seeing his hook sink down fully believed that he was going to catch a fish. He waited and waited with unusual patience for him, but still his float rested without moving on the calm waters.

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