CHAPTER XXII.
REFUGE.
It was a lovely Saturday evening on Glashgar.

The few flowers about the small turf cottage scented the air in the hot western sun.

The heather was not in bloom yet, and there were no trees; but there were rocks, and stones, and a brawling burn that half surrounded a little field of oats, one of potatoes, and a small spot with a few stocks of cabbage and kail, on the borders of which grew some bushes of double daisies, and primroses, and carnations.

These Janet tended as part of her household, while her husband saw to the oats and potatoes.

Robert had charge of the few sheep on the mountain which belonged to the farmer at the Mains, and for his trouble had the cottage and the land, most of which he had himself reclaimed.
He had also a certain allowance of meal, which was paid in portions, as corn went from the farm to the mill.