CAMERON. Yes, ma’am, when he iss not at the University of Aberdeen. SIMON. My stars, does he go there too? CAMERON. He does so. We share a ferry small room between us. SIMON. Father and son. Is he going into the ministry also? CAMERON. Such iss not his purpose. When he has taken his degree he will return and be a crofter again. SIMON. In that case I don’t see what he is getting out of it. CAMERON. He iss getting the grandest thing in the world out of it; he iss getting education. (_SIMON feels that he is being gradually rubbed out, and it is a relief to him that CAMERON has now to attend to the trout. The paper they are wrapped in has begun to burn._) MARY ROSE (_for the first time eating of trout as it should be cooked_). Delicious! (_She offers a portion to CAMERON._) CAMERON. No, I thank you. I haf lived on trouts most of my life. This butcher-meat iss more of an excellent novelty to me. (_He has been standing all this time._) MARY ROSE. Do sit down, Mr. Cameron. CAMERON. I am doing ferry well here, I thank you. MARY ROSE. But, please. CAMERON (_with decision_). I will not sit down on this island. SIMON (_curiously_). Come, come, are you superstitious, you who are going into the ministry? CAMERON. This island has a bad name. I haf never landed on it before. MARY ROSE. A bad name, Mr. Cameron? Oh, but what a shame! When I was here long ago, I often came to the island. CAMERON. Iss that so? It was not a chancey thing to do. MARY ROSE. But it is a darling island. CAMERON. That iss the proper way to speak of it. MARY ROSE. I am sure I never heard a word against it. Have you, Simon? SIMON (_brazenly_). Not I. I have heard that its Gaelic name has an odd meaning--‘The Island that Likes to be Visited,’ but there is nothing terrifying in that. MARY ROSE. The name is new to me, Mr. Cameron. I think it is sweet. CAMERON. That iss as it may be, Mistress Blake. SIMON. What is there against the island? CAMERON. For one thing, they are saying it has no authority to be here. It was not always here, so they are saying. Then one day it was here. SIMON. That little incident happened before your time I should say, Mr. Cameron. CAMERON. It happened before the time of any one now alive, Mr. Blake. SIMON. I thought so. And does the island ever go away for a jaunt in the same way? CAMERON. There are some who say that it does. SIMON. But you have not seen it on the move yourself? CAMERON. I am not always watching it, Mr. Blake. SIMON. Anything else against it? CAMERON. There iss the birds. Too many birds come here. The birds like this island more than iss seemly. SIMON. Birds here! What could bring them here? CAMERON. It iss said they come to listen. SIMON. To listen to the silence? An island that is as still as an empty church. CAMERON. I do not know; that iss what they say. MARY ROSE. I think it is a lovely story about the birds. I expect the kind things come because this island likes to be visited.