He saw that it was Dobson the innkeeper with Leon beside him.
"Who is it ?" cried the voice.

"Oh, you! I thought ye were off the day ?" Dickson rose nobly to the occasion.
"I thought myself I was.

But I didn't think much of Auchenlochan, and I took a fancy to come back and spend the last night of my holiday with my Auntie.

I'm off to Glasgow first thing the morn's morn." "So!" said the voice.

"Queer thing I never saw ye on the Auchenlochan road, where ye can see three mile before ye." "I left early and took it easy along the shore." "Did ye so?
Well, good-sight to ye." Five minutes later Dickson walked into Mrs.Morran's kitchen, where Heritage was busy making up for a day of short provender.
"I'm for Glasgow to-morrow, Auntie Phemie," he cried.