"It is indeed lovely; but, Nurse, I was not thinking of that when you came."
"No, miss? Still it does not do to sit mopy like, it makes one dull. Now I've lived here many a year, and yet, when I think of my old home, I do get stupid like."
"Where is your home Nurse?"
"I've no home but this Miss, now."
"No home? But you said you had a home once."
"Yes Miss, so I had, but it's passed away long ago—some one else has it now; such a pleasant cottage as it was, with its sanded floor and neat garden; my husband always spent every spare hour in planting and laying it out, and all to please me. I was so fond of flowers. Ah! me," sighed she, "many's the time they've sent from the Park here to beg a nosegay—at least, John, the gardener has—when company was coming."
"Your cottage was near here, then?"
"Yes Miss, just down the lane; why you can see the top of it from here, right between those two tall trees yonder."
"Yes. I can just catch a far off glimpse of it."
"You've passed it often too, Miss. It's the farm as belongs to Farmer Rackland."