The Open Door, And The Portrait

The open door, and the portrait is written by Margaret O. Wilson Oliphant that begins with the English system did not commend itself to Scotland these days. There was no little Eton at Fettes, nor any genteel exotic of that class to tempt either my wife or me. It stands on a fine and wealthy slope of the country between the Pentland Hills and the Firth. In clear weather, you could see the blue gleam of the great estuary on one side, and the blue heights on the other. The village of Brentwoo...