We were afraid to start hame alane.

He showed presently, laughing at us for two puir loons, and awfu' well pleased with his nicht's work.
I canna say sae muckle for the twa loons! We were sorry looking wretches.

An' we were awfu' remorsefu', too, when we minded the way we'd broken the Sawbath and a'-- for a' we'd not known what was afoot when we set out.
But it was different in the morn! Oh, aye--as it sae often is! We woke wi' the sun streamin' in our window.

Mac leaned on his hand and sniffed, and looked at me.
"Man, Harry," said he, "d'ye smell what I smell ?" And I sniffed too.

Some pleasant odor came stealing up the stairs frae the kitchen.