"It finished me unfortunately. I had a breakdown, and was ordered back to my native air. A quiet life is the only thing I'm fit for."
"Oh, I'm sorry, and yet I know Mysie must be glad—and your tenants!"
"That's a fact!" said Mysie, nodding her head.
"And how are the Kelpies and the fairies?" Rowena inquired.
Mysie began to tell her a fresh story she had heard from an old Highland woman of the fairies' existence.
"How is your Highland book?" asked General Macdonald.
"Oh," said Rowena with a little sigh, "I have never got any forrarder. I took it out to India with me, meaning to complete it there; but somehow I couldn't get on with it. The atmosphere was lacking, and then poor Ted died, and I haven't had the heart to touch it since."
"You must finish it."
"Perhaps I will. You have stirred me up afresh."
Presently Mysie slipped away.