Thomas ye ken already; ye'll no fickle Thomas Yownie.
But don't be mistook about Wee Jaikie.

He's terrible fond of greetin', but it's no fright with him but excitement.

It's just a habit he's gotten.

When ye see Jaikie begin to greet, you may be sure that Jaikie's gettin' dangerous." The door shut behind them and Dickson found himself with his two charges in a world dim with fog and rain and the still lingering darkness.

The air was raw, and had the sour smell which comes from soaked earth and wet boughs when the leaves are not yet fledged.