Frederica and her Guardians; Or, The Perils of OrphanhoodRobertson, Margaret M. (Margaret Murray)
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Frederica and her Guardians; Or, The Perils of Orphanhood
Robertson, Margaret M. (Margaret Murray)
Orphans -- Fiction
"Were there many flowers in your garden when you were a little girl?"
asked she after a pause.
"Weel! there were na just so many, but eh, missy! they were awfu' bonny
flowers. But I mind the flowers among the hills, and by the burn sides
best. The names of them? I canna mind a' the names, and if I could
they would seem like common flowers to you, but they gave us just a
wonderful delight. And there were other things besides the flowers. We
got many a day's pleasure out of the rushes by the burn, and the
brackens in the wood, and we ay had the heather. And, oh! wasna it a
bonny sight to see when the summer began to wear over! Flowers! High
above the glen where my father's house stood, there whiles were miles
and miles o' the purple blossom. I can see it now when I shut my eyes,"
said Eppie, leaning back in her chair, and letting her stocking fall
upon her lap.
"And then there were the daisies that you told me about," suggested
Frederica in the pause that followed.
"Yes, the gowan, and the blue bell, and many a one beside. And I hae
seen the hills in a bleeze o' gold with the yellow broom. Though a
broom bush is no' to call a bonny thing, except a bit away. But a'
things are bonny to young happy eyes, and I daresay they are bonnier to
me now, looking back to them over all the long years."
And on she rambled, as she had done many a time before, on the very same
theme, and if there had been an hour to spare, or if Frederica had been
inclined, this was the time when she would have asked for a song, and
the chances were she would have got ten of them chanted in a voice that
had once been sweet, but which failed now both in sweetness and in
power. Frederica always liked the songs, though she did not always like
the singing, but there was something else in store for her tonight--
something which she had ceased to expect, a bit out of Eppie's life.
She knew it was coming when the old woman went on to speak about the
hills, and the grassy nooks hidden between them, and the days when she
used to go out with her father, who was a shepherd, among them.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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