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I 'll drive you and Louisa to Riverston to-morrow . '' They numbered scarce eight summers when a name Rose on their souls and stirred such motions there As thrill the buds and shape their hidden frame At penetration of the quickening air : His name who told of loyal Evan Dhu , Of quaint Bradwardine , and Vich Ian Vor , Making the little world their childhood knew Large with a land of mountain lake and scaur , And larger yet with wonder , love , belief Toward Walter Scott who living far away Sent them this wealth of joy and noble grief . The book and they must part , but day by day , In lines that thwart like portly spiders ran They wrote the tale , from Tully Veolan . The evening that Fred Vincy walked to Lowick parsonage -LRB- he had begun to see that this was a world in which even a spirited young man must sometimes walk for want of a horse to carry him -RRB- he set out at five o'clock and called on Mrs. Garth by the way , wishing to assure himself that she accepted their new relations willingly . He found the family group , dogs and cats included , under the great apple-tree in the orchard . It was a festival with Mrs. Garth , for her eldest son , Christy , her peculiar joy and pride , had come home for a short holiday -- Christy , who held it the most desirable thing in the world to be a tutor , to study all literatures and be a regenerate Porson , and who was an incorporate criticism on poor Fred , a sort of object-lesson given to him by the educational mother . Christy himself , a square-browed , broad-shouldered masculine edition of his mother not much higher than Fred 's shoulder -- which made it the harder that he should be held superior -- was always as simple as possible , and thought no more of Fred 's disinclination to scholarship than of a giraffe 's , wishing that he himself were more of the same height .