Not feeling steady on my legs, I set off running, but tumbled on my knees by the first chair I came near.

I was so light from the wasting of my illness, that Kirsty herself, little woman as she was, was able to carry me.

I remember well how I saw everything double that day, and found it at first very amusing.

Kirsty set me down on a plaid in the grass, and the next moment, Turkey, looking awfully big, and portentously healthy, stood by my side.

I wish I might give the conversation in the dialect of my native country, for it loses much in translation; but I have promised, and I will keep my promise.
"Eh, Ranald!" said Turkey, "it's not yourself ?" "It's me, Turkey," I said, nearly crying with pleasure.
"Never mind, Ranald," he returned, as if consoling me in some disappointment; "we'll have rare fun yet." "I'm frightened at the cows, Turkey.