"Please, Mrs. Frazer, will you tell me what sort of trees hemlocks are?
Hemlocks in England are poisonous weeds."

"These are not weeds, but large forest trees--a species of pine. I will
show you some the next time we go out for a drive--they are very handsome
trees."

"And what are creeks, nurse."

"Creeks are small streams, such as in Scotland would be termed 'burns,'
and in England rivulets."

"Now, nurse, you may go on about the dear little fawn; I want you to tell
me all you know about it."

"Little Ellen took the poor timid thing, and laid it in an old Indian
basket near the hearth, and put some wool in it, and covered it with an old
cloak to keep it warm; and she tended it very carefully, letting it suck
her fingers dipped in warm milk, as she had seen the dairy-maid do in
weaning young calves. In a few days it began to grow strong and lively, and
would jump out of its basket, and run bleating after its foster-mother: if
it missed her from the room, it would wait at the door watching for her
return.

"When it was older, it used to run on the grass plot in the garden; but
if it heard its little mistress's step or voice in the parlour, it would
bound through the open window to her side; and her call of 'Fan, Fan,
Fan!' would bring it home from the fields near the edge of the forest; but
poor Fan got killed by a careless boy throwing some fire-wood down upon