"That is, if it was Jim.
But tell me.

Had he a brown wooden pipe stuck in the corner of his mouth ?" "Yes, he was smoking.

He was dressed in grey, and he has a grand deep strong voice." "Ho, ho! you spoke to him!" said I.
She coloured a little, as if she had said more than she meant.
"I was going where the ground was a little soft, and he warned me of it," she said.
"Ah! it must have been dear old Jim," said I.

"He should have been a doctor years back, if his brains had been as strong as his arm.
Why, heart alive, here is the very man himself!" I had seen him through the kitchen window, and now I rushed out with my half-eaten bannock in my hand to greet him.

He ran forward too, with his great hand out and his eyes shining.
"Ah! Jock," he cried, "it's good to see you again.