If Andy McLean could hear you! Why this, this is the real thing, the Scots-wha-hae-wi'-Wallace-bled stuff."
"Who is Andy McLean?"
"Andrew is Scotch, Single, and Skeptical. He is a great pal of mine and also an official of the Agricultural Bank which is by way of being a Government institution. These are the togs of his Hieland Grandsire--"
"Why didn't you bring him?"
"Too dead, unfortunately--grandsires often are--"
"I mean Andrew McLean."
"It would take you, my dear Jinny, to do that. You brought me--and I can believe in anything after the surprise of finding myself here."
Jinny Jeffries laughed. "If I could only believe what you say!"
"Oh, you can believe anything I say," Jack obligingly assured her. "I'm very careful what I say--"
"I wish I were."
"You'd have to be careful how you look, Jinny--and you can't help that. The Lord who gave you red hair must provide the way to elude its consequences.... I suppose the Orient isn't exa