What was there to greit about! 'Maybe she thocht o' her sister's bairn in a tribble 'at silence wadna hide! answered Kirsty. 'Ye haena a notion, lassie, what ye're duin wi' yersel! But my mither 'll lat ye ken, sae that ye gangna blinlins intil the tod's hole. 'Ye dinna ken Frank, or ye wudna speyk o' 'im that gait! 'I ken him ower weel to trust you til him.
It's all in the speerit. Whan ye see't ye'll ken't. There's no fear o' mistakin' that." Teacher and scholar were silent. Annie was the first to speak. She had gained her quest. "Am I to gang hame noo, Thomas?" "Ay, gang hame, lassie, to yer prayers. But I doobt it's dark. I'll gang wi' ye. Jean, my shune!" "Na, na; I could gang hame blinlins," remonstrated Annie. "Haud yer tongue.