Give me the bright, changeful sea." "And I," said Elspeth, "would be threading rowan berries for a necklace in the heather of Medwyn Glen.

It must be about four o'clock of a midsummer afternoon and a cloudless sky, except for white streamers over Tinto.

Ah, my own kind countryside!" Ringan's face changed.
"You are right, my lady.

No Tortugas or Spanish isles for Ninian Campbell.

Give him the steeps of Glenorchy on an October morn when the deer have begun to bell.