he said, must be gone over with glue, but he gave it
up when he remembered how sticky it would be for the angels.... He has
the most wonderful feeling for words of any child I ever taught. He
can't, for instance, bear to hear a Bible story told in everyday
language. The other children like it broken down to them, but Mhor
pleads for 'the real words.' He likes the swing and majesty of them....
I was reading them Kipling's story, _Servants of the Queen_, the other
day. You know where it makes the oxen speak of the walls of the city
falling, 'and the dust went up as though many cattle were coming home.'
I happened to look up, and there was Mhor with lamps lit in those
wonderful green eyes of his, gazing at me. He said, 'I like that bit.
It's a nice bit. I think it should be at the end of a sad story.' And he
uses words well himself, have you noticed? The other day he came and
thrust a dead field-mouse into my hand. I squealed and dropped it, and
he said, 'Afraid? And of such a calm little gentleman?'"

Pamela asked if Mhor's behaviour was good.

"Only fair," said pretty Miss Elspeth. "He always means to be good, but
he is inhabited by an imp of mischief that prompts him to do the most
improbable things. He certainly doesn't make for peace in the school,
but he keeps 'a body frae languor.' I like a naughty boy myself much
better than a good one. He's the 'more natural beast of the twain.'"

Outside, with the freed Mhor capering before them, Pamela was
enthusiastic over the little school and its mistresses.

"Miss Main looks like an old miniature, with her white hair and her
delicate colouring, and is wise and kind and sensible as well; and as
for that daffodil girl, Elspeth, she is a sheer delight."

"Yes," Jean agreed. "Hasn't she charming manners? It is so good for the
children to be with her. She is so polite to them that they can't be
anything but gentle and considerate in return. Heaps of girls would
think school-marming very dull, but Elspeth makes it into a sort of
daily entertainment. They manage, she and her sister, to make the
dullest child see some glimmer of reason in learning lessons. I do wish
I had had a teacher like that. I had a governess who taught me like a
parrot. She had no notion how to make the dry bones live. I thought I
scored by learning as little as I possibly could. The consequence is I'm
almost entirely illiterate.... There's the car waiting, and Jock
prancing impatiently. Run in for your t