As soon as I was well settled, he turned his head, and said: "Ranald, I should like to go and have a look at my mother.

Will you come?
There's plenty of time." "Yes, please, Turkey," I answered.

"I've never seen your mother." He set off at a slow easy trot, and bore me through street and lane until we arrived at a two-storey house, in the roof of which his mother lived.

She was a widow, and had only Turkey.

What a curious place her little garret was! The roof sloped down on one side to the very floor, and there was a little window in it, from which I could see away to the manse, a mile off, and far beyond it.