"I'm thinking she would have found me looking for her with a candle."
"And Gavin was secretive."
"That would have put me on my mettle."
"She never suspected anything."
"I wonder at her."
But my new heroine is to be a child. What has madam to say to that?
A child! Yes, she has something to say even to that. "This beats all!" are the words.
"Come, come, mother, I see what you are thinking, but I assure you that this time——"
"Of course not," she said soothingly, "oh, no, she canna be me;" but anon her real thoughts are revealed by the artless remark, "I doubt, though, this is a tough job you have on hand—it is so long since I was a bairn."
We came very close to each other in those talks. "It is a queer thing," she would say softly, "that near everything you write is about this bit place. You little expected that when you began. I mind well the time when it never entered your head, any more than mine, that you could write a page about our squares and wynds. I wonder how it has come about?"
There was a time when I could not have answered that question, but that time had long passed. "I suppose, mother, it was because you were most at home in your own town, and there
