282 THE GOLD OF FAIRNILEE.

 

burn. Now she walked lightly and quickly, for
she was tall and well-grown. Soon she reached
the crest of the first hill, and remembered how
‘she had sat down there and cried, when she
was a child, and how the flies had tormented
her. They were buzzing and teasing still; for
- good times or bad make no difference to them,
as long as the sun shines. Then she reached
the cairn at the top of the next hill, and far
below her lay the forest, and deep within it ran
Yarrow, glittering like silver.