MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS . 167 
secret, are now as open as the day. The brooks 
are more noisy, and easily seen, the grouse fly 
afar off; if one wishes a flower he must pluck 
the witch-hazel or let the bitter yarrow or the 
last clusters of goldenrod and asters satisfy him. 
Nature seems preoccupied and inclined to tell 
the visitor to see what he wants, and to take 
what he can find, but to let her alone. 
