Nobody would care much, except perhaps Mrs.Hope, and she would only be amused." "Mrs.Hope ?" "Have you noticed a whitewashed house standing among trees about half a mile down Tweed from the bridge?
That is Hopetoun, and Mrs.Hope and her daughter live there." "Nice ?" Jean nodded her head like a wise mandarin.

"You must meet Mrs.Hope.

To describe her is far beyond my powers." "I see.

Well, go on with the houses on the hill.

Who lives in the one at the corner with the well-kept garden ?" "The Prestons.