Doors and windows were open to the view of the green slopes and the golden sea beneath them.
'You come from Canada,' said the old dame.

She left her spinning with a certain interested formality of manner.
'From Montreal,' said he.
'That's the same.

Canada is a terrible way off.' 'And now,' he said, 'I hear there are witches in this part of the land.' Whereupon he smiled in an incredulous cultured way.
She nodded her head as if she had gauged his thought.

'Ay, there's many a minister believes in them if they don't let on they do.

I mind----' 'Yes,' said he.
'I mind how my sister went out early one morning, and saw a witch milking one of our cows.' 'How did you know she was a witch ?' 'Och, she was a neighbour we knew to be a witch real well.