d Yaspard, as he pulled out from the shore; "mind you have some armour ready by the time I come."
The light breeze which had wafted him to Noostigard had fallen to a calm, therefore the sail was of no use; but a pair of oars in his muscular hands soon carried the little Osprey to her quay, and there Signy was waiting.
"I've been longer than I meant to be, Mootie," he called out; "I am afraid it is too late to take you off."
"Never mind," she answered; "I don't want to go now. There has been such a disturbance in the house--such a terrific upset. It has made me laugh and cry--I hardly know which I ought to do now about it."
"An upset!" Yaspard exclaimed. "Praise the powers, as Mam Kirsty says. I'm glad the humdrum has had a break. What was it, Signy?"
"It was a letter."
"A letter! Was that all?"
"All!" exclaimed the girl; "you won't say a letter is a little 'all' when you hear what it did. The mailbag came across this afternoon when we were sitting at t