It's no' raining, but the wind's enough to take the wings off a seagull." Dickson roused Saskia and her cousin, bidding them be ready in ten minutes.

Then with the help of the Die-Hards he proceeded to transport the necessary supplies--the stove, oil, dishes, clothes and wraps; more than one journey was needed of small boys, hidden under clouds of baggage.

When everything had gone he collected the keys, behind which, in various quarters of the house, three gaolers fumed impotently, and gave them to Wee Jaikie to dispose of in some secret nook.

Then he led the two ladies to the verandah, the elder cross and sleepy, the younger alert at the prospect of movement.
"Tell me again," she said.

"You have locked all the three up, and they are now the imprisoned ?" "Well, it was the boys that, properly speaking, did the locking up." "It is a great--how do you say ?--a turning of the tables.