noon of the Day when the fi

d to it. However, none of the Grown-ups knew except Sandy the g

be writing and reading, or paying calls and sitting on chairs, and looking Nim-Pim-Pimmany! They can't really have good times all by themselves

ust as well. For, as they say about the monkeys, if they only knew how we talk among ourselves, they might set us

the Pentland hills and the flagstaff in front of them. The flagstaff is on the drying green, but the hills are a good deal farthe

at is when they clutch and wrestle. Outside there is just the Low Garden and the High Garden, a road between big old yew-trees, and then you are at the library, which is made of wood. And mostly there is a ti

pt when the Animal inside must be fed, or o

ing. And it is nice to see the white tablecloth, which Somebody has arranged on

ere is the Low Park, where there are lots of apples-rather cra

Then down below is the river-bed, all rocks and pools. Because the water is drawn off for th

t the overhanging branches of trees, or opening out to make a mirror for the purple heather on the

except the hills, which are light purple and

and things till they grew to be part of yourse

ry. Oh, no-I did not like dresses that color, nor even ribbon

nt purple

Waters

s the line of a Scottish psalm, and the rest is-I know not what-some jingle that ran in my head, I suppose. But they made me cry-they do still, I confess, and it is the color-word that does it!-that, and the feeling that it is years and years

? Well, you won't think anything

ey are just altogether mine-all little girls who have been lonely little

, can I? Oh, yes, I could, but-it i

P

en I was (

lls will lif

hills of

Father smiles and says that very likely I did put them together, but

not read then, and he couldn't know what a little girl was thinking, sitting down by Esk-waterside an

t I pity the little lonely girl who doesn't have "thinks" like that all to her

, I suppose. Boys need a heap of watching. At first they have no soul-only a mouth to be sill

ollection of things that were of m

ling league of i

n him, seeing his own heathery country spread out before him when he did it. I wonder if som

Balkans," and "the wine-hearted sea"-b

ught him an address of honor with a green cover, told them to

ry. One of our forbears (funny word-for we are the Four Bears, the little ones! Somebody I know is the Big Big Growly-only don't tell him!

all gold. That must be lovely. I tried to stain a sheet with Amethystine ink, and print on it in gold paint. But it

uld have a purple nursery, and purple bibs, and a purple "prim-pram," and a nurse with purple strings

ke me, and compelled to wear a clean white pinafore. T

that I had been "b

ough, you wouldn't get scolded half so much, and they wouldn't all the time be te

ad, and you can easily make believe

. And it taste

my Diary. There