"There are not so many nests, though, as there used to be.

It used to be quite dark with trees." "Did you like it then ?" "Yes, it was jolly; but----" "But what ?" asked Brandon carelessly.
"Grandmother didn't like it," said the boy.
Brandon longed to ask why.
"She was very old, my grandmother." "Yes.

And so she didn't like the glen ?" "No; but the old uncle has had a walk, a sort of path, made through it; and mamma says I may like it as much as I please, so does aunt Laura." "You know," continued the child, in an argumentative tone, "there's no place in the world where somebody hasn't died." "Now, what does this mean ?" thought Brandon.

"I would fain raise the ghost if I could.

Is he coming up now, or is he not ?" Presently, however, Peter made some allusion to the family misfortune--the death of the eldest son, by which Brandon perceived that it had taken place in the glen.