Heather and Snow

Excerpt

Upon neighbouring stones, earth-fast, like two islands of an archipelago, in an ocean of heather, sat a boy and a girl, the girl knitting, or, as she would have called it, weaving a stocking, and the boy, his eyes fixed on her face, talking with an animation that amounted almost to excitement.  He had great fluency, and could have talked just as fast in good English as in the dialect in which he was now pouring out his ambitions—­the broad Saxon of Aberdeen.