"I am sure it is very kind of you to say so; but it is not just a matter of choice, you know. It is just an old house that came to me from the Macnabs--my mother's side. And it proved very convenient when all the boys were away and nothing left but Oona and me. Women want but little in comparison with gentlemen; and though it is a little out of the way and inconvenient in the winter season, it is wonderful how few days there are that we can't get out. I am very well content with the Walk when there is a glint of sunshine; but Oona, she just never minds the weather. Oh, you will not be going just yet! Tell Mysie, Oona, to bring ben the tea. If it is a little early what matter? It always helps to keep you warm on the loch, and my old cook is rather noted for her scones. She just begins as soon as she hears there's a boat, and she will be much disappointed if ye don't taste them. Our friends are all very kind; we have somebody or other every day." "It is you who are kind, I think," Lady Herbert said. "No, no; two ladies--it is nothing we have it in our power to do: but a cup of tea, it is just a charity to accept it; and as you go down to your boat I will let you see the view." Julia, for her part, felt, or professed, a great interest in the girl living the life of a recluse on this little island. "It must be delightful," she said with enthusiasm; "but don't you sometimes feel a little dull? It is the sweetest place I ever saw. But shouldn't you like to walk on to the land without always requiring a boat?" "I don't think I have considered the subject," Oona said; "it is our home, and we do not think whether or not we should like it to be different." "Oh what a delightful state of mind! I don't think I could be so contented anywhere--so happy in myself. I think," said Julia with an ingratiating look, "that you must be very happy in yourself." Oona laughed. "As much and as little as other people," she said. "Oh not as little! I should picture to myself a hundred things I wanted as soon as I found myself shut up here. I should want to be in town. I should want to go shopping. I should wish for--everything I had not got. Don't you immediately think of dozens of things you want as soon as you know you can't get them? But you are so good?" "If that is being good! No, I think I rather refrain from wishing for what I should like when I see I am not likely to get it." "I call that goodness itself--but perhaps it is Scotch. I have the greatest respect for the Scotch," said Julia. "They are so sensible." Then she laughed, as at some private joke of her own, and said under her breath, "Not all, however," and looked towards Kinloch Houran.