Honour and Glory, or Hard to Win, by Jeanie Hering

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1876 Excerpt: ...no Diarmid to be seen. Well, said Miss Lizzie, looking round, I could have declared that it was Diarmid who had said that, but I suppose he is resting after his run. How fast he went, to be sure! Hech! mercy! what in the name of wonder is that? she suddenly cried, starting violently. A small square of thin wood had suddenly alighted on to her chignon. She looked up, Uncle James looked up, but there was nothing to be seen or heard. Miss Lizzie was utterly mystified, but slowly over Uncle James dawned the certainty that the savages were beginning their games. Aunt Effie was not present, and he began to get alarmed. Miss Lizzie recovered her breath, and then continued her-subject, which happened to be Diarmid. He is a bonny boy, she continued; he will be a fine, splendid man; he is a real Hay; and he is like you, Mr. James, she said j whilst Baby, deeply scandalised at the turn things were taking, rose up from under the table and stood bolt upright. You do not often see such a handsome lad, she continued, and at this moment, like a jack-in-the-box, appeared Diarmid's head and shoulders on the top of the cupboard; his hair was all over his forehead and eyes, there was a flush on his cheeks, and never did roundfaced boy look so shame-faced. He cried, You'd better be careful! and instantly disappeared again. There was a moment's astonished pause in her discourse, and Uncle James rose hastily, saying, Miss Lizzie, if you have no objection to it, shall we take a turn in the garden? Miss Lizzie rose, and they prepared to leave the room, but during this time there had been some telegraphic messages between Diarmid and the Gowk, the result of which was that the Gowk hastil...