"It's good growing stuff!" Glenfernie laughed and left her and the drone of her wheel.

A clucking hen and her brood, the cot and its ash-tree, sank from sight.

A little longer and he reached the middle glen where the banks approached and the full stream rushed with a manifold sound.

Here was the curtain of brier masking the cave that he had shared with Ian.

He drew it aside and entered.