"Weel, weel; after word comes weird.

That's why the constables are gone, and that's why Robbie's come.

Weel, weel! Up with thee, Reuben, and let us try the legs of this auld dobbin of thine." How Rotha got back into the house that night she never knew.

She could not remember to have heard the rattle of the springless cart as it was being driven off.

All was for the moment a blank waste.
When she recovered consciousness she was sitting by the side of Mrs.
Ray, with her arms about the neck of the invalid and her head on the unconscious breast.