I'm taking him home from the school.

This is the first time he's been there since he was ill." Hearing this, she relaxed her labour, and the hooks which had been revolving so fast that they were invisible in a mist of motion, began to dawn into form, until at length they revealed their shape, and at last stood quite still.

She rose, and said: "Come, Master Ranald, and sit down.

You'll be tired of riding such a rough horse as that." "No, indeed," I said; "Turkey is not a rough horse; he's the best horse in the world." "He always calls me Turkey, mother, because of my nose," said Turkey, laughing.
"And what brings you here ?" asked his mother.

"This is not on the road to the manse." "I wanted to see if you were better, mother." "But what becomes of the cows ?" "Oh! they're all safe enough.