I was not shy with Mr.MacNairn, either.

After I had sat under the big apple-tree boughs in the walled garden a few times I realized that I had begun to belong to somebody.

Those two marvelous people cared for me in that way--in a way that made me feel as if I were a real girl, not merely a queer little awkward ghost in a far-away castle which nobody wanted to visit because it was so dull and desolate and far from London.

They were so clever, and knew all the interesting things in the world, but their cleverness and experience never bewildered or overwhelmed me.
"You were born a wonderful little creature, and Angus Macayre has filled your mind with strange, rich furnishings and marvelous color and form," Mrs.MacNairn actually said to me one day when we were sitting together and she was holding my hand and softly, slowly patting it.

She had a way of doing that, and she had also a way of keeping me very near her whenever she could.