Country life -- Fiction; Domestic fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction; Scotland -- Fiction
"Yes. It was the last time we were all together--two years after
Mark's marriage. Mark took Fennanhopes, which held us all comfortably,
and there was good shooting. Alis was a year old, and the idol of her
uncles. Davie was about fourteen, I suppose. Robbie was particularly
pleased that Davie showed signs of being a good shot, and poor Davie
was so anxious to please that he fired at and brought down a snipe, and
then suffered agonies of remorse over killing what he described as
'that wee long-nebbit bird.'"
"I remember that," said Ann. "Mother, wasn't it odd how like Robbie
and Davie were? Plain little Davie and Robbie who was so good-looking.
After Robbie was gone, when Davie and I were together in a room, I used
to shut my eyes and make myself almost believe it was Robbie talking to
me--and both were so like Father. It must have been the way they
moved, and the gentle way they touched things--and the way they fell
over things! Mark called Davie 'light-footed Ariel,' from his capacity
for taking tosses. They were such friends, Father and the four boys,
and Father was the youngest of the lot."
Mrs. Douglas sat with her hands clasped in her lap, looking straight
before her. When she spoke it was as if she were speaking to herself.
"Robbie used to say that it was a mistake for a family to be too
affectionate, for when we were parted we were homesick for each other
all the time. But he wrote once: 'Foreign service must be a cheerless
business for the unclannish....'"
"Mother," Ann said gently, "I think you can almost say Robbie's letters
by heart. It wasn't so bad saying good-bye to him, after his first
leave--at least, not for me, for I was going out to him for the next
cold weather. And Mark's marriage was our next excitement; we were
frightfully unused to marriages in our family, for you had no brothers
or sisters married, and Father had none. Had you and Father proved
such an awful example?"
"It is odd," Mrs. Douglas agreed; "but some families are like that.
Others flop into matrimony like young ducks into water. Mark's
engagement gave me a great shock. It came as a complete surprise, and
we knew nothing about Charlotte, and it seemed to me that it must break
up everything, and that I must lose my boy."
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