I sometimes stand on the bridge and look and look, and tell myself that I feel like a mother to it." "I know," said Pamela.

"There is something very appealing about a little town: I never lived in one before." "But," said Mrs.Hope, jealous as a mother for her own, "I think there is something very special about Priorsford.

There are few towns as beautiful.

The way the hills cradle it, and Peel Tower stands guard over it, and the links of Tweed water it, and even the streets aren't ordinary, they have such lovely glimpses.

From the East Gate you look up to the East Law, pine trees, grey walls, green terraces; in the Highgate you don't go many yards without coming to a _pend_ with a view of blue distances that takes your breath, just as in Edinburgh when you look down an alley and see ships tacking for the Baltic....