They watched me as we talked, and I found myself telling her about my home as I had found myself telling him.

He had evidently talked to her about it himself.

I had never met any one who thought of Muircarrie as I did, but it seemed as if they who were strangers were drawn by its wild, beautiful loneliness as I was.
I was happy.

In my secret heart I began to ask myself if it could be true that they made me feel a little as if I somehow belonged to some one.

I had always seemed so detached from every one.