But I'm where I pick up all straws with which to build me a nest! Sit down and scry for me, will you ?" "I canna scry every day, nor every noon, nor every year.

What are you wanting to see, Glenfernie ?" "Oh, just my soul's desire!" Mother Binning turned to her door.

She put down the herbs, then brought a pan of water and set it down upon the door-step, and herself beside it.

"It helps--onything that's still and clear! Wait till the ripple's gane, and then dinna speak to me.

But gin I see onything, it will na be sae great a thing as a soul's desire." She sat still and he stood still, leaning against the side of her house.