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Excerpt from Gamble Gold
His grandmother was a dear old lady with a white cap and grey ringlets and a merry face like a rosy wrinkled apple. She had rather a bad memory, but this did not matter much, for to balance it she was able to foresee all sorts of things that were going to happen, and some things which never happened at all.
Now she lived on the hill-side, by the edge of a little waterfall, the stream from which ran into a lake at the foot of the mountains from whence it Sprang. Her hut was a sort of tent or wigwam made of arched branches of trees covered with deer-skins and sacking. All round the hut were larch-trees and Scotch firs which gave a pleasant shade in the hot summer days - and in the days I am writing of it was always summer weather. Winter had been abolished and sent to the North Pole, where any one who wanted it went after it; but in Glen Guile it was always summer, and if you wanted a day's snow balling, you went up to the high mountains at the back of the woods, and had as much as you liked of it.
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