"It is a lovely day, and I want the solace of a quiet hour's talk with you." So they went, and sat in silence some time, looking at the calm and still blue air about the summits of the hills, where never tumult of the world came to disturb the peace, and the quiet of whose heights was never broken by the loud passionate cries of men.
"I am glad you like my thorn-tree," said Maggie.
"I like the view from it.

The thought of the solitude which must be among the hollows of those hills pleases me particularly to-day.

Oh, Maggie! it is one of the times when I get depressed about men and the world.

We have had such sorrow, and such revelations, and remorse, and passion at home to-day.

Crayston (my father's old tenant) has come over.