Part 4 (1/2)

HE: ”How do you know? Surely you could et hold of a servant or some one ould take me round Do you know any of them?”

I asked him if he meant the family or the servants

”The family,” he said

MARGOT: ”I know them very well, but I don't know you”

”I aer; ”my name is Peter Graham Who are you?”

”I aot Tennant I suppose you thought I was the gardener's daughter, did you?”

He gave a circulating s on my turban, and said:

”To tell you the honest truth, I had no idea what you were!”

My earliest sorrohen I was stealing peaches in the conservatory and ht in a trap set for rats

He was badly hurt before I could squeeze under the glass slides to save hiht in the peach-house by the gardener I was punished and put to bed, as the large peaches were to have been shown in Edinburgh and I had eaten five

We had a dancing-class at the minister's and an arithood at the Manse as I was bad at my sums; and poor Mr Menzies, the Traquair school my mother to withdraw ht I ithdrawn; and froures

I showed a re and could lift bothease Mrs

Wallace, the ot with her Frenchified airs!”

I pondered often and long over this, the first remark about myself that I can ever remember Some one said to me:

”Does your hair curl naturally?”

To which I replied:

”I don't know, but I will ask”

I was unaware ofnaturally” meant

We had two best dresses: one reat occasions; the other made by ave me my first impression of civilised life Just as the Speaker, before clearing the House, spies strangers, so, when I saw my black velvet skirt and pink Garibaldi put out on the bed, I knew that so was up! The nursery confection was of white alpaca, piped with pink, and did not inspire the same excitement and confidence

We saw little of our ht she said her prayers; I would not have remembered this had it not been that Laura was profoundly shocked The question was quite uncalled for and had no ulterior motive, but I never re to us about the Bible or hearing us our prayers Nevertheless ere all deeply religious, by which no one need infer that ere good There was one service a week, held on Sundays, in Traquair Kirk, which every one went to; and the shepherds' dogs kept close to their h box-pews, all the way down the aisle I have heard ood preacher; and ere often dissolved in laughter, sitting in the square fahtly all through the ser his head on his hand

The Scottish Sabbath still held its own in my youth; and when I heard that Ribblesdale and Charty played lawn tennis on Sunday after they were married, I felt very unhappy We had a few Sabbath a as those described in Miss Fowler's book, in which the men ere heathens went into one corner of the room and the wo of a gong, conversion was accomplished by a close eht theh I love church music and architecture and can listen to aloing to church in the country remains a sacrifice toindistinctly and in an assumed voice has alienated si is painful Inwith Lord Haldane's mother--the most beautiful, humorous and saintly of old ladies--I heard an excellent sermon at Auchterarder on this very subject, the dullness of Sundays The htly the sun shone on stained glass s, no one could guess what they were really like from the outside; it was froe of the:

”And now, my friends, do your duty and don't look upon the world with eyes jaundiced by religion”

My ion to us and, when the subject was brought up by other people, she confined her reh that God's ereher lack of teh allowance for theets over the loss of a child; and her three eldest had died before I was born

I was the most vital of the family and what the nurses described as a ”venturesome child” Our coachman's wife called me ”a little Turk” Self-willed, excessively passionate, painfully truthful, bold as well as fearless and always against convention, I was, no doubt, extre up