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I
have
lived
mostly
in
France
since
my
father
died
.
"
"
That
is
why
your
speech
is
so
strange
to
my
ears
.
"
"
And
yours
to
mine
,
"
she
retorted
.
"
But
Aunt
Grizel
is
teaching
me
to
be
a
good
Scotswoman
.
I
am
made
to
spin
till
my
arms
are
weary
,
and
to
make
horrid
brews
of
herbs
,
and
to
cook
your
strange
dishes
.
’
Kaatrine
,
ye
daft
quean
,
what
for
maun
ye
fill
the
hoose
wi
’
floorish
and
nesty
green
busses
?
D
’
ye
think
we
’
re
nowt
and
the
auld
tower
o
’
Calidon
a
byre
?
’
That
is
Aunt
Grizel
.
But
she
is
like
a
good
dog
and
barks
but
does
not
bite
,
though
the
serving
-
maids
walk
in
terror
.
I
play
with
her
at
the
cartes
,
and
she
tells
me
tales
,
but
not
such
good
ones
as
Uncle
Nick
’
s
.
Heigho
!
I
wish
the
wars
were
over
and
he
were
home
again
.
.
.
.
Now
,
sir
,
what
do
you
think
of
this
?
It
is
the
gate
of
Paradise
.
"
She
had
led
him
into
a
part
of
the
wood
where
the
pines
ceased
and
a
green
cleft
was
lined
with
bursting
hazels
and
rowans
and
the
tassels
of
birch
.
The
place
was
rather
hill
than
woodland
,
for
the
turf
was
as
fine
as
on
a
mountain
-
side
,
and
in
the
centre
a
bubbling
spring
sent
out
a
rivulet
,
which
twined
among
the
flowers
till
it
dropped
in
a
long
cascade
to
a
lower
shelf
.
Primroses
,
violets
,
and
anemones
made
it
as
bright
as
a
garden
.
"
I
call
this
Paradise
,
"
she
said
,
"
because
it
is
hard
for
mortals
to
find
.
You
would
not
guess
it
was
here
till
you
stumbled
on
it
.
"
"
It
’
s
away
from
the
pines
,
"
he
said
.
She
nodded
her
head
.
"
I
love
the
dark
trees
well
enough
,
and
on
a
day
like
this
I
am
happy
among
them
.
But
they
are
moody
things
,
and
when
there
is
no
sun
and
the
wind
blows
they
make
me
sad
.
Here
I
am
gay
in
any
weather
,
for
it
is
a
kindly
place
.
Confess
,
sir
,
that
I
have
chosen
well
.
"
"
You
have
chosen
well
.
It
is
what
the
poet
wrote
of
-
-
Deus
nobis
hæc
otia
fecit
.
"
"
La
,
la
!
That
is
Latin
,
and
I
am
not
learned
.
But
I
can
quote
my
own
poets
.
"
And
in
a
voice
like
a
bird
’
s
she
trilled
a
stanza
of
which
David
comprehended
no
more
than
that
it
was
a
song
of
Spring
,
and
that
it
was
Flora
the
goddess
herself
who
sang
it
.
