"My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, gone chasing the deer,"
when in came Lizzie, and said, "No, Helen,
Your heart is at Dykelands, your heart's in the bogs,
Your heart is at Dykelands, gone chasing the frogs,"
for she is always laughing at it for being so damp, dear place. And it was before Horace went to school, and he would do nothing but sing it at me all day, and make Winifred do so too.'
Anne could not help laughing.
'Then you too think me absurd,' said Helen; 'but if you only knew how happy I was at Dykelands, and how desolate I sometimes feel here, you would not wonder at me.'
'Then you do not like Abbeychurch?' said Anne incredulously; she could not say 'you are not happy at home.'
'Who could prefer a little dismal town to a pleasant house in the country?' said Helen; 'you like Merton Hall better than this place, do not you, Anne?'
'Of course,' replied Anne; 'but then Merton Hall is my home.'
'And Abbeychurch is mine,' sighed poor Helen. 'I believe it is very wrong to be discontented with home, but I cannot help it.'