. . .I may thank him and love him for saving my bairn,” asked Janet. Some of the girls gave one name, some another.

“Na, na, he is neither o’ them,” exclaimed one of the elder girls. “He is young Alec Galbraith, whose father and mother live in the big house over the links there. He gangs to the school, and my brothers ken him weel.”

Taking her bairn in her arms, Janet hastened homewards. The boys had already started for school, ignorant of the danger to which their sister had been exposed. Janet placed her on the bed, and now, for the first time, giving way to her feelings, burst into tears. “I’ll ne’er again trust you to that treacherous sea, my own sweet bairn,” she exclaimed, bending over her. “If it had taken you away, I could na have lived to come home and see the poor boys breaking their hearts, and they would have had no one left to care for them. But our God is kind and merciful, and we maun lift up ou. . . Read More