Two girls shot up into women, a beard grew on Tommy's chin, and Corp became a father.

Grizel had blown Tommy's pretty project to dust just when he was most gleeful over it; yet, instead of bearing resentment, he pretended not even to know that she was the culprit.
"Corp," he said ruefully, "the game is up!" And "Listen," he said, when they had sat down, crushed, by the old Cuttle Well, "do you hear anything ?" It was a very still evening.

"I hear nocht," said Corp, "but the trickle o' the burn.

What did you hear ?" "I thought I heard a baby cry," replied Tommy, with a groan.

"I think it was your baby, Corp.