Poll Ghyll is the family bone of contention at present.

Yes, I go on with it.

I always take a lantern when the night is dark, and I know every inch of the ground, and Bob is always with me--aren't you, Bob ?' And she stooped down to pat the collie beside her.

Bob looked up at her, blinking with a proudly confidential air, as though to remind her that there were a good many such secrets between them.
'I like to fancy you with your lantern in the dark,' he cried, the hidden emotion piercing through, 'the night wind blowing about you, the black mountains to right and left of you, some little stream perhaps running beside you for company, your dog guarding you, and all good Angels going with you.' She blushed still more deeply; the impetuous words affected her strangely.
'Don't fancy it at all,' she said, laughing.

'It is a very small and very natural incident of one's life here.