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After supper they sat down beside the fire and talked. Living so much
alone, the shepherd and his daughter were anxious to hear all that the boys

could tell them of the great world from which they lived aloof. Later in the
evening, the shepherd, whose name, by the way, was Andrew Campbell,

said, "Now, let us have a little music. Lucy, bring me the bagpipe."

His daughter went into an adjoining room, and brought out a Highland

bagpipe, which Campbell received, and straightway began to play upon it
some characteristic Scotch tunes. It was loud and harsh, but the boys

enjoyed it for want of better.

"Don't you sing, Miss Lucy?" asked Harry, when her father laid down the

instrument.

"No," answered the girl, smiling. "I wish I did. Father is very fond of
singing."

"Aye, am I; Lucy's mother sang, but the gift has not descended to her."

"Harry is a professional singer," said Jack. "He sings in public."

"Please sing something, then," pleaded Lucy.

"If you really wish it," answered Harry.

"I shall be glad to hear you, young sir," said the shepherd.

Harry hesitated no longer, but sang at once, choosing such Scotch melodies
as he knew in preference. The shepherd's eyes glistened, and he was

evidently much moved.

"It calls back my early days, when as a lad I trod the heath in Scotland," he

said. "You are a fine singer. I don't mind when I have enjoyed an evening
as much."