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grandmother; to Robert's nostrils; and he would turn aside to pull

her a handful。  Then they clomb a high ridge; on the top of which

spread a moorland; dreary and desolate; brightened by nothing save

'the canna's hoary beard' waving in the wind; and making it look

even more desolate from the sympathy they felt with the forsaken

grass。  This crossed; they descended between young plantations of

firs and rowan…trees and birches; till they reached a warm house on

the side of the slope; with farm…offices and ricks of corn and hay

all about it; the front overgrown with roses and honeysuckle; and a

white…flowering plant unseen of their eyes hitherto; and therefore

full of mystery。  From the open kitchen door came the smell of

something good。  But beyond all to Robert was the welcome of Miss

Lammie; whose small fat hand closed upon his like a very

love…pudding; after partaking of which even his grandmother's

stately reception; followed immediately by the words 'Noo be dooce;'

could not chill the warmth in his bosom。



I know but one writer whose pen would have been able worthily to set

forth the delights of the first few days at BodyfauldJean Paul。

Nor would he have disdained to make the gladness of a country

school…boy the theme of that pen。  Indeed; often has he done so。  If

the writer has any higher purpose than the amusement of other boys;

he will find the life of a country boy richer for his ends than that

of a town boy。  For example; he has a deeper sense of the marvel of

Nature; a tenderer feeling of her feminality。  I do not mean that

the other cannot develop this sense; but it is generally feeble; and

there is consequently less chance of its surviving。  As far as my

experience goes; town girls and country boys love Nature most。  I

have known town girls love her as passionately as country boys。

Town boys have too many books and pictures。  They see Nature in

mirrorsinvaluable privilege after they know herself; not before。

They have greater opportunity of observing human nature; but here

also the books are too many and various。  They are cleverer than

country boys; but they are less profound; their observation may be

quicker; their perception is shallower。  They know better what to do

on an emergency; they know worse how to order their ways。  Of

course; in this; as in a thousand other matters; Nature will burst

out laughing in the face of the would…be philosopher; and bringing

forward her town boy; will say; 'Look here!'  For the town boys are

Nature's boys after all; at least so long as doctrines of

self…preservation and ambition have not turned them from children of

the kingdom into dirt…worms。  But I must stop; for I am getting up

to the neck in a bog of discrimination。  As if I did not know the

nobility of some townspeople; compared with the worldliness of some

country folk。  I give it up。  We are all good and all bad。  God mend

all。  Nothing will do for Jew or Gentile; Frenchman or Englishman;

Negro or Circassian; town boy or country boy; but the kingdom of

heaven which is within him; and must come thence to the outside of

him。



To a boy like Robert the changes of every day; from country to town

with the gay morning; from town to country with the sober

eveningfor country as Rothieden might be to Edinburgh; much more

was Bodyfauld country to Rothiedenwere a source of boundless

delight。  Instead of houses; he saw the horizon; instead of streets

or walled gardens; he roamed over fields bathed in sunlight and

wind。  Here it was good to get up before the sun; for then he could

see the sun get up。  And of all things those evening shadows

lengthening out over the grassy wildernessesfor fields of a very

moderate size appeared such to an imagination ever ready at the

smallest hint to ascend its solemn thronewere a deepening marvel。

Town to country is what a ceiling is to a c?lum。









CHAPTER XVII。



ADVENTURES。



Grannie's first action every evening; the moment the boys entered

the room; was to glance up at the clock; that she might see whether

they had arrived in reasonable time。  This was not pleasant; because

it admonished Robert how impossible it was for him to have a lesson

on his own violin so long as the visit to Bodyfauld lasted。  If they

had only been allowed to sleep at Rothieden; what a universe of

freedom would have been theirs!  As it was; he had but two hours to

himself; pared at both ends; in the middle of the day。  Dooble Sanny

might have given him a lesson at that time; but he did not dare to

carry his instrument through the streets of Rothieden; for the

proceeding would be certain to come to his grandmother's ears。

Several days passed indeed before he made up his mind as to how he

was to reap any immediate benefit from the recovery of the violin。

For after he had made up his mind to run the risk of successive

mid…day solos in the old factoryhe was not prepared to carry the

instrument through the streets; or be seen entering the place with

it。



But the factory lay at the opposite corner of a quadrangle of

gardens; the largest of which belonged to itself; and the corner of

this garden touched the corner of Captain Forsyth's; which had

formerly belonged to Andrew Falconer: he had had a door made in the

walls at the point of junction; so that he could go from his house

to his business across his own property: if this door were not

locked; and Robert could pass without offence; what a north…west

passage it would be for him!  The little garden belonging to his

grandmother's house had only a slight wooden fence to divide it from

the other; and even in this fence there was a little gate: he would

only have to run along Captain Forsyth's top walk to reach the door。

The blessed thought came to him as he lay in bed at Bodyfauld: he

would attempt the passage the very next day。



With his violin in its paper under his arm; he sped like a hare from

gate to door; found it not even latched; only pushed to and rusted

into such rest as it was dangerous to the hinges to disturb。  He

opened it; however; without any accident; and passed through; then

closing it behind him; took his way more leisurely through the

tangled grass of his grandmother's property。  When he reached the

factory; he judged it prudent to search out a more secret nook; one

more full of silence; that is; whence the sounds would be less

certain to reach the ears of the passers by; and came upon a small

room; near the top; which had been the manager's bedroom; and which;

as he judged from what seemed the signs of ancient occupation; a

cloak hanging on the wall; and the ashes of a fire lying in the

grate; nobody had entered for years: it was the safest place in the

world。  He undid his instrument carefully; tuned its strings

tenderly; and soon found that his former facility; such as it was;

had not ebbed away beyond recovery。  Hastening back as he came; he

was just in time for his dinner; and narrowly escaped encountering

Betty in the transe。  He had been tempted to leave the instrument;

but no one could tell what might happen; and to doubt would be to be

miserable with anxiety。



He did the same for several days without interruptionnot; however;

without observation。  When; returning from his fourth visit; he

opened the door between the gardens; he started back in dismay; for

there stood the beautiful lady。



Robert hesitated for a moment whether to fly or speak。  He was a

Lowland country boy; and therefore rude of speech; but he was three

parts a Celt; and those who know the address of the Irish or of the

Highlanders; know how much that involves as to manners and bearing。

He advanced the next instant and spoke。



'I beg yer pardon; mem。  I thoucht naebody wad see me。  I haena dune

nae ill。'



'I had not the least suspicion of it; I assure you;' returned Miss

St。 John。 'But; tell me; what makes you go through here always at

the same hour with the same parcel under your arm?

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