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Updated: June 15, 2025
It looked but a step over to the village, whose white houses were quite visible among the leafless trees, and many farm-houses, which one could never see in summer for the green leaves, were peeping out everywhere from between the hills. "There is no place like Merleville," Graeme thinks in her heart. It is home to them all now.
Rose gave a startled glance towards the porch where they were all sitting so quietly. "It was to bring us news of Will, wasn't it? And to see Merleville?" said she. Did she say it? Or had she only thought of it? She was not sure, a minute after, for Mr Millar went on as if he had heard nothing. "I came to ask you to be my wife."
"But that is a long day hence. Perhaps, the deacon may change his mind, when he hears that I am going home to learn from the `British." "There is no fear. Sandy has completed the work which my father and Janet began. Mr Snow is tolerant of the North British, at any rate. What a pleasant life our Merleville life was. It seems strange that none of us, but Norman, has been back there.
How do you suppose we can ever persuade her to go back to Merleville with us?" "She is going with us, or she will soon follow us. What would Emily say, if she didna come?" "Yes, I know. But I meant to stay for good and all. Graeme, won't you give us this little girl?" Graeme smiled. "Yes. On one condition if you will take me too." Mr Snow shook his head.
"It may seem an unkindly effort in me to try to change your views of your future in Merleville. Still, it is better that you should be in some measure prepared, for what I fear awaits you. Otherwise, you might be disgusted with us all." "I shall take refuge in the thought that you are showing me the dark side of the picture," said Mr Elliott. "Pray do. And, indeed, I am.
The pause gave her time to think, and she hastened to turn the conversation from Arthur and his marriage to Merleville and the old times. Janet did not try to hinder it, and answered her questions, and volunteered some new items on the theme, but when there came a pause, she asked quietly, "And when was the other time you thought of coming to see us all?" "Oh! that was before, in the spring.
"She's changed her mind about us Merleville folks lately " "Whist, man! I did that long ago. And, Miss Graeme, my dear, think of seeing your brothers, and their friends, and yon fine country, and the grand river that Harry tells us of! It will be almost like seeing Scotland again, to be in the Queen's dominions. My dear, you'll be quite glad when you get time to think about it."
How changed their life was; how they drooped and pined for the sights and sounds and friends of Merleville. "If there were but a green field in sight, or a single hill," said Rosie; but she always added, "how nice it is to have the willow trees and the sight of the garden." For Rose was by no means sure that their longing for green fields and hills and woods was not wrong.
She, too, grows old, with a brightening face, as though each passing day were bringing her nearer to her hope's fulfilment. Deacon Sterne is growing older; his outward man gives no token thereof. His hair has been iron-grey, at least since anybody in Merleville can remember, and it is iron-grey still.
"Janet," said Graeme again, "what do you think Mrs Greenleaf told me all Merleville is saying?" Janet expressed no curiosity. "They say Deacon Snow wants to take you down the brae." Still Mrs Nasmyth made no answer. "He hasna ventured to hint such a thing?" exclaimed Graeme interrogatively. "No' to me," said Janet, quietly, "but the minister." "The minister! He's no' blate!
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