I only six when Wee Brown Elspeth was brought to me.

Jean and Angus were as fond of each other in their silent way as they were of me, and they often went together with me when I was taken out for my walks.

I was kept in the open air a great deal, and Angus would walk by the side of my small, shaggy Shetland pony and lead him over rough or steep places.
Sheltie, the pony, was meant for use when we wished to fare farther than a child could walk; but I was trained to sturdy marching and climbing even from my babyhood.

Because I so loved the moor, we nearly always rambled there.

Often we set out early in the morning, and some simple food was carried, so that we need not return to the castle until we chose.