"I heard tell of that from my mother."
"'And Bryde, he was not born yet—Bryde, your relative?'"
"He was born in the hill house yonder, beside the 'three lonely ones,'
Helen."
"'Three lonely ones, Hugh,' said she, very low—'three lonely ones. I feel it in my bones that always there will be three lonely ones.'
"Till the frost and the rain of a million years level the hills," said
I.
"'A million years, Hugh! It is long to wait.'
"It will not be so long as I have waited, Helen; and she smiled at that, Hamish, and then—
"'You have a very old name in this place, my guardian says.'
"Ay, an old name, Helen.
"'Then,' said she, 'I think—I think I will be, what they say, "all in the family."'"