In a fir-wood I think you have it; and I have seen it in an old castle; but best of all in the house of mourning in an Arab cemetery.

In the winter, we seated ourselves round the fire--as near it as Kirsty's cooking operations, which were simple enough, admitted.

It was delightful to us boys, and would have been amusing to anyone, to see how Kirsty behaved when Mrs.Mitchell found occasion to pay her a visit during lesson hours.

She knew her step and darted to the door.
Not once did she permit her to enter.

She was like a hen with her chickens.
"No, you'll not come in just now, Mrs.Mitchell," she would say, as the housekeeper attempted to pass.