“No, but we’re the proud possessors of a permit from the owner to camp on his premises,” said John. “We got tired of the Oban hotels, and liked this beech-wood and the castle so much that we wanted to board near by. The people at the farm down the road that you should have come by were willing to feed us, but hadn’t any extra rooms, so I suggested a tent--I camped all last summer up in Canada--and here we are. If you’re going to be lady of the castle, Babbie, you’ll have to let us be its lords.”