Country life -- Fiction; Domestic fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction; Scotland -- Fiction
"Yes, if I've any notion how to make a house comfortable I got it from
my mother. She was great in preparing for people. If we had only gone
to Priorsford for the day she made of our return a sort of festival.
Out on the doorstep to meet us, fires blazing, tea ready, and such a
budget to tell us of the small events of the day. Some women are so
casual with their children, they don't _thirl_ them to themselves.
They let them go and come, and seem to take very little interest in
their comings and their goings, don't even trouble to be in the house
when the boys come home for the holidays; suppose vaguely that this one
or that one will be home to-day or to-morrow, never think of preparing
a welcome. And then they wonder that their children have no love for
their home; that when they go out into the world, they don't trouble to
write except at infrequent intervals; that sometimes their lives drift
so far apart that they cannot hear each other speak."
"Mother," said Ann, "you speak wisely, but how much of this is to go
down in your _Life_? At present I have only got that you had yellow
hair and a royal blue silk dress and a locket. Oughtn't I to say
something about your childhood and what influenced you and all that
sort of thing? Do try to remember some thoughts you had; you know the
sort of thing these 'strong' novels are full of--your feelings when you
found they had drowned your kitten--and weren't you ever misunderstood
and driven to weep floods of tears in secret?"
Mrs. Douglas shook her head. "No, I never was clever enough to think
the things children think in modern novels. And I don't remember being
misunderstood, except that I was always considered rather a forward
child when really I suffered much from shyness. One morning, with a
great effort, I managed to say to old Sibbald, It's a fine morning,' as
I passed him. 'What are ye sayin' noo wi' yer impertinence?' was his
most uncalled-for response. I think my childhood was too happy to have
any history. One of a big family, with freedom to roam, and pets in
abundance, I never had a dull minute. And Etterick was a very
interesting village, full of characters."
"Wasn't there somebody called 'Granny' you used to tell us stories
about?"
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