If the court had its clustering noisettes, and fraxinellas, and sweetbriar, and great tall white lilies, the moorland had its little creeping scented rose, its straggling honeysuckle, and an abundance of yellow cistus; and here and there a gray rock cropped out of the ground, and over it the yellow stone-crop and scarlet-leaved crane's-bill grew luxuriantly.

Such a rock was Maggie's seat.

I believe she considered it her own, and loved it accordingly; although its real owner was a great lord, who lived far away, and had never seen the moor, much less the piece of gray rock, in his life.
The afternoon of the day which I have begun to tell you about, she was sitting there, and singing to herself as she worked: she was within call of home, and could hear all home sounds, with their shrillness softened down.
Between her and it, Edward was amusing himself; he often called upon her for sympathy, which she as readily gave.
"I wonder how men make their boats steady; I have taken mine to the pond, and she has toppled over every time I sent her in." "Has it ?--that's very tiresome! Would if do to put a little weight in it, to keep it down ?" "How often must I tell you to call a ship 'her;' and there you will go on saying--it--it!" After this correction of his sister, Master Edward did not like the condescension of acknowledging her suggestion to be a good one; so he went silently to the house in search of the requisite ballast; but not being able to find anything suitable, he came back to his turfy hillock, littered round with chips of wood, and tried to insert some pebbles into his vessel; but they stuck fast, and he was obliged to ask again.
"Supposing it was a good thing to weight her, what could I put in ?" Maggie thought a moment.
"Would shot do ?" asked she.
"It would be the very thing; but where can I get any ?" "There is some that was left of papa's.

It is in the right-hand corner of the second drawer of the bureau, wrapped up in a newspaper." "What a plague! I can't remember your 'seconds,' and 'right-hands,' and fiddle-faddles." He worked on at his pebbles.

They would hot do.
"I think if you were good-natured, Maggie, you might go for me." "Oh, Ned! I've all this long seam to do.