Brandon told some anecdote of certain carp that he had seen abroad, and then asked—
"Do you like the glen, my boy—is it a favourite place of yours?"
"Pretty well," answered Peter. "There are not so many nests, though, as there used to be. It used to be quite dark with trees."
"Did you like it then?"
"Yes, it was jolly; but——"
"But what?" asked Brandon carelessly.
"Grandmother didn't like it," said the boy.
Brandon longed to ask why.
"She was very old, my grandmother."
"Yes. And so she didn't like the glen?"