Though only about twenty-four years of age she had the sedate and unemotional look that one sees in doctors and nurses---people who have looked on death and birth, and sorrow and affliction.

For Ellen Harriott had done her three years' course as a nurse; she had a natural faculty for the business, and was in great request among the wild folk of the mountains, who looked upon her (and perhaps rightly) as quite equal to the Tarrong doctor in any emergency.
She knew them all, for she had lived nearly all her life at Kuryong.
When the family moved there from the back country a tutor was needed for the boys, and an old broken-down gentleman accepted the billet at low pay, on condition that he was allowed to bring his little daughter with him.

When he died, the daughter still stayed on, and was made governess to the new generation of young folk.

She was a queer, self-contained girl, saying little; and as Hugh walked in, she looked up at him, and wondered what new trouble was bringing him to his mother with the open letter in his hand.
"Mother," said Hugh, "I have had a most extraordinary letter." "From Mr.Grant ?" said the old lady, "What does he say ?" She saw by her son's face that there was something more than usual in the wind, but one who had lived her life, from fortune to poverty, through strife and trial, was prepared to take things much more easily than Hugh.
"Is it anything very serious ?" "His daughter's coming out to live here." "What ?" "Yes, here's the letter.

It only came this morning.