Shock-headed Peter was a dirty little boy in one of Olly's picture-books; but I am sure you must have heard about him already, and must have seen the picture of him with his bushy hair, and his terrible long nails like birds' claws.

Olly was never tired of hearing about him, and about all the other children in that picture-book.
"What a funny little girl Bessie is, mother!" said Milly.

"Do they always say _Naw_ and _Yis_ in this country, instead of saying No and Yes, like we do ?" "Well, most of the people that live here do," said Mrs.Norton.

"Their way of talking sounds odd and queer at first, Milly, but when you get used to it you will like it as I do, because it seems like a part of the mountains." All this time they had been climbing up a steep path behind the gardener's house, and now Mr.Norton opened a door in a high wall, and let the children into a beautiful kitchen-garden made on the mountain side, so that when they looked down from the gate they could see the chimneys of Ravensnest just below them.

Inside there were all kinds of fruit and vegetables, but gooseberry bushes and the strawberries had nothing but green gooseberries and white strawberries to show, to Olly's great disappointment.
"Why aren't the strawberries red, mother ?" he asked in a discontented voice, as if it must be somebody's fault that they weren't red.