He's clean daft about birds.

He'll be out a' day at the craig watchin' solans, or lyin' a' mornin' i' the moss lookin' at bog-blitters." "Will he help, think you ?" "I'll wager he'll help.

Onyway it's your best chance, and better a wee bush than nae beild.

Now, sit in to your breakfast." It was a merry meal.

Mrs.Morran dispensed tea and gnomic wisdom.
Saskia ate heartily, speaking little, but once or twice laying her hand softly on her hostess's gnarled fingers.