"My father, Alice, is come to see you." "He is welcome, Miss Ashton, and so are you," said the old woman, turning and inclining her head towards her visitors.
"This is a fine morning for your beehives, mother," said the Lord Keeper, who, struck with the outward appearance of Alice, was somewhat curious to know if her conversation would correspond with it.
"I believe so, my lord," she replied; "I feel the air breathe milder than of late." "You do not," resumed the statesman, "take charge of these bees yourself, mother?
How do you manage them ?" "By delegates, as kings do their subjects," resumed Alice; "and I am fortunate in a prime minister.

Here, Babie." She whistled on a small silver call which ung around her neck, and which at that time was sometimes used to summon domestics, and Babie, a girl of fifteen, made her appearance from the hut, not altogether so cleanly arrayed as she would probably have been had Alice had the use of her yees, but with a greater air of neatness than was upon the whole to have been expected.
"Babie," said her mistress, "offer some bread and honey to the Lord Keeper and Miss Ashton; they will excuse your awkwardness if you use cleanliness and despatch." Babie performed her mistress's command with the grace which was naturally to have been expected, moving to and fro with a lobster-like gesture, her feet and legs tending one way, while her head, turned in a different direction, was fixed in wonder upon the laird, who was more frequently heard of than seen by his tenants and dependants.

The bread and honey, however, deposited on a plantain leaf, was offered and accepted in all due courtesy.

The Lord Keeper, still retaining the place which he had occupied on the decayed trunk of a fallen tree, looked as if he wished to prolong the interview, but was at a loss how to introduce a suitable subject.
"You have been long a resident on this property ?" he said, after a pause.
"It is now nearly sixty years since I first knew Ravenswood," answered the old dame, whose conversation, though perfectly civil and respectful, seemed cautiously limited to the unavoidable and necessary task of replying to Sir William.
"You are not, I should judge by your accent, of this country originally ?" said the Lord Keeper, in continuation.
"No; I am by birth an Englishwoman." "Yet you seem attached to this country as if it were your own." "It is here," replied the blind woman, "that I have drank the cup of joy and of sorrow which Heaven destined for me.

I was here the wife of an upright and affectionate husband for more than twenty years; I was here the mother of six promising children; it was here that God deprived me of all these blessings; it was here they died, and yonder, by yon ruined chapel, they lie all buried.