“Did it know it was?”
“Was what?”
“Called by that name?”
“No—it was christened that by the—person who rescued it.”
“Not properly christened?” A good Churchwoman was Shan’t.
“No—not quite properly.”
“And what else are there in—Scotland?”
“There are grouse and deer and fish and heather—and moss—”
“Do you like it better than anywhere?”
Diana didn’t answer.