We were doing fine wi' our talk, when a door burst open, and five beautiful children came running in.
"Gie's a piece, granny," they clamored.

"Granny--is there no a piece for us?
We're so hungry ye'd never ken----" They stopped when they saw me, and drew awa', shyly.
But they need no' ha' minded me.

Nor did their granny; she knew me by then.

They got their piece--bread, thickly spread wi' gude, hame made jam.

Then they were off again, scampering off toward the river.