"I'm no complainin' you'll understand. I hae had my day as you'll have," said Eppie, nodding her head gently a great many times. "But I was ay fond o' flowers. I liked to notice their likeness, and their difference, though I didna ken that they were a' written down in books. Eh! it's just wonderful how true nature is to herself. That bonny yellow flower might be the one that grew on the bush beside my father's door, and yon rosebush that Miss Robina brought up the stairs to-day is the very marrow o' the one that Sandy Gow the laird's gardener brought down and gave to my sister Annie more than fifty years ago. It's like a dream to look back upon." "But, Eppie, I have often wondered that you only care for one or two flowers at a time, when you are so fond of them; you could have quite a greenhouse of them in this south window. I could bring you dozens of them," said Frederica. But Eppie shook her head. "I tried it, my dear, when sore against my will I had to betake myself to this place--a dismal place it seemed for a while. I tried having many flowers. Miss Isabel was here then, and she and Miss Robina took great pains to get me the best and the bonniest. But I soon saw that it wouldna do. I couldna get them kepit to my mind without troubling somebody. They were ay needing something done, and I couldna even get a spadeful of earth without another pair of hands. I was more helpless then than I am now, and even the bringing of water for them up the stairs was more than I could ay manage; so I just gave them up; for unless a body can do justice to the bonny things, they are more pain than pleasure. And I couldna bide to fash other folk. So now Miss Robina brings me one as it blooms, and I hae been few days without a flower all the seven years I have been in this room. I aye hae my wallflowers, and once I had heather, but it didna thrive, and I thought a pity to have it dying before my eyes, so I got no more." It was growing too dark by this time to pore over either books or flowers. Eppie had had her tea, Frederica knew, because she saw the tray with the dishes standing near the door, and she knew that she would be welcome to stay till the school bell rang again for prayers. So she sat in the window watching the clouds that were still bright, though the sun had disappeared. By-and-by she said,-- "Tell me something that happened when you were young, something that you never told me before." Eppie took up the stocking on which she could work as well in the dark as in the light. "There was many a thing happened to me when I was young that I never told anybody, but I might happen on an old story that you have heard before, as is the way with old bodies like me. And I hae no feast o' tellin' bits out o' my own life just for folk's diversion." But Frederica knew that she would have a story for all that; she was not so sure that it would be a new one.