Nan Ling

Of Zamora, the children have always asked questions, which Winick and Ling try and answer as openly as possible.

Mrs. Sherwood told me yesterday that she hoped to have Nan Gerard back here for good, and Mary looked as if it were all settled.

Mr. Towne did not do much last winter, Mary said, beside run around with Naughty Nan.

I comforted Nan by saying that he had done the same thing before and would again.

It is recorded by one writer that Chang Kiu-ling, when a youth, trained pigeons to carry letters to his friends.

Far away from here—Loch Nan and the vacant moors—my memory wandered.