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E them home in his own carriage. CHAPTER VI. AT GRANDFATHER'S. Easily
distinguished in the crowd gathered to welcome the coach, whose arrival
was always the event of the evening, was Bert's grandfather, Squire
Stewart, a typical old Scotchman, from every point of view. As the
passengers got out, he stood watching them in silent dignity, until Mrs.
Lloyd, catching sight of him, ran impulsively up, and taking his face
between her two hands, gave him a warm kiss on each cheek, saying: "Dear
father, I'm so glad to see you looking so well." "And I'm well pleased
to see you, Kate," responded the Squire, in a tone of deep affection,
adding: "And is this your boy?" as Bert, who in the meantime had been
lifted down from his place, came to his mother's side. "He's a fine big
boy, and not ill-looking, either. I trust his manners have not been
neglected." "You'll have to judge of that for yourself, father," replied
Mrs. Lloyd. "He's by no means perfect, but he's pretty good, upon the
whole." "Well, daughter, I'll go and get the carriage, if you'll just
wait here a moment," said Mr. Stewart, going off toward the stables.
Presently he returned, driving an elegant carriage with a fine pair of
well-matched bays, which, old man though he was, he held in complete
control. "We won't mind the trunks now, Kate; I will send in for them in
the morning," said he,