“Yon’s Merle river, I suppose, where we see the water glancing through the trees.”
“And yonder is the kirkyard,” said Marian, gravely. “It’s no’ a bonny place.”
“It’s bare and lonely looking,” said Harry.
“They should have yew trees and ivy and a high wall, like where mamma is,” said Marian.
“But this is a new country; things are different here,” said Norman.
“But surely they might have trees.”
“And look, there are cows in it. The gate is broken. It’s a pity.”
“Look at yon road that goes round the water, and then up between the hills through the wood. That’s bonny, I’m sure.”
“And there’s a white house, just where the road goes out of sight. I would like to live there.”
“Yes, there are many trees about it, and another house on this side.”