I've a lot of lessons to-night." He sat down on the upturned table, his legs sprawling on the carpet, and hummed "Tom Bowling," but the Mhor leaned from his post as steersman and said gravely, "Don't dangle your legs, Jock; there are sharks in these waters." So Jock obediently crumpled his legs until his chin rested on his knees.
Mrs.M'Cosh piled the tea-things on a tray and folded the cloth.

"Ay, Peter," she said, catching sight of that notorious character, "ye look real good, but I wis hearin' ye were efter the sheep again the day." Peter turned away his head as if deeply shocked at the accusation, and Mrs.M'Cosh, with the tea-cloth over her arm, regarded him with an indulgent smile.

She had infinite tolerance for Peter's shortcomings.
"Peter was kinna late last night," she would say, as if referring to an erring husband, "an' I juist sat up for him." She had also infinite leisure.

It was no use Jean trying to hurry the work forward by offering to do some task.

Mrs.M'Cosh simply stood beside her and conversed until the job was done.