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"I told everybody I had seen a ghost; there had
never been any Cairngorms in the place since the memory of man. We
left the next day, and never heard that you had come there; indeed,
I did not know the castle belonged to you."
"Where were you staying?" I asked.
"Where? Why, with my aunt, where I always stay. She is your
neighbor, since it IS you."
"I--beg your pardon--but then--is your aunt Lady Bluebell? I did
not quite catch--"
"Don't be afraid. She is amazingly deaf. Yes. She is the relict
of my beloved uncle, the sixteenth or seventeenth Baron Bluebell--I
forget exactly how many of them there have been. And I--do you
know who I am?" She laughed, well knowing that I did not.
"No," I answered frankly. "I have not the least idea. I asked to
be introduced because I recognized you. Perhaps--perhaps you are a
Miss Bluebell?"
"Considering that you are a neighbor, I will tell you who I am,"
she answered. "No; I am of the tribe of Bluebells, but my name is
Lammas, and I have been given to understand that I was christened
Margaret. Being a floral family, they call me Daisy.


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