Kilmeny of the Orchard 
     
    
   
   
    
     “ No, not a great deal, though some 
     
     of her ways are very like his. She 
     
     looks like her grandmother—Margaret’s 
     
     mother, Master. Her name was Kilmeny 
     
     too, and she was a handsome, sweet 
     
     woman. I was very fond of my step- 
     
     mother, Master. When she died she gave 
     
     her baby to me, and asked me to be a 
     
     mother to it. Ah well, I tried; but I 
     
     couldn’t fence the sorrow out of Mar- 
     
     garet’s life, and it sometimes comes to my 
     
     mind that maybe I’ll not be able to fence 
     
     it out of Kilmeny’s either.” 
     
    

    
     “ That will be my task,” said Eric. 
     
    

    
     “ You’ll do your best, I do not doubt. 
     
     But maybe it will be through you that 
     
     sorrow will come to her after all.” 
     
    

    
     “ Not through any fault of mine, Aunt 
     
     Janet.” 
     
    

    
     “ No, no, I’m not saying it will be your 
     
     fault. But my heart misgives me at 
     
     times. Oh, I dare say I am only a foolish 
     
     old woman, Master. Go your ways and 
     
     bring your lass here to look at your play- 
     
    

    
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