"I mind the words, because I heard my father telling them to my mother that night as they were sitting by the fireside. They come back to me now, as other words come, that I havena thought of for many a year and day, a sure sign that I am no' far from the foot o' the brae." "And was that all?" asked Frederica softly, after a long pause, in which Eppie had taken up her knitting again. "That was all, except that they wouldna go to my father's to bide all night, because they were expected elsewhere, they said; and then I ran home as my father bade me, and brought them milk and oaten cakes, which they ate to their refreshment, doubtless, and to our pleasure, and then they went away." "And who were they? And did you never see them again?" "We never saw nor heard of them, though doubtless they crossed our hills again. They were just two lads on their way home from the college in the north. We used whiles to see such, though our glen was a bit out of the way for most of them. But we never saw them again. It must be fifty years and more since then. It had gone clean out of my head, till your flowers and your pleasure in them brought it all back again." There was nothing heard for a while but the "click, click," of Mistress Campbell's "wires," as she went on with her knitting. The old woman and the little girl were thinking their own thoughts. "Eppie, dear," said Frederica, as she slipped from her high seat to the floor, "I like that about `glorified eyes,' and one seeing hidden things; I mean things that are hidden from us now." "Ay, the eyes o' man are never satisfied with seeing, nor his ears with hearing," said Eppie: "I doubt that is but a carnal notion o' heaven. This is what David says about it-- "`But as for me, I Thine own face In righteousness shall see; And with Thy likeness when I wake, I satisfied shall be.'" "Satisfied!" repeated she; "ay, doubtless, they'll be satisfied that win there. But, eh me! `Strait is the gate, and narrow the way, that leads to life,' and I doubt there will be some awfu' disappointments at that day." "If one only knew just what to do," said Frederica gravely. "Be a good bairn, and ay read your Bible, and mind your prayers," said Eppie. "But there's your bell, and you will need to go."