She fell back thankfully on the Macleods; and there were few days when she did not ride up to the cottage on the hill—to potter about the farm with Tom and Garth, and look at the crops and the stock, or to watch Aileen as she worked in the garden or in the house.  Aileen was busy with a good deal of sewing in those days, most of which she was careful to conceal when she heard ’Possum’s step.  One day ’Possum surprised her in the act of working at some pale pink print, and laid her hand gently on the stuff.  "Your things is always so pretty," she said wistfully. Whereat Aileen smiled, and remarked vaguely that pink was a good washing colour.