"Even the shell flung out by the ocean is beautiful!" "Eh, man! Eh, man! It's wae sometimes to be a woman!" "Give me," he said, "a plaid, dry and warm, to hap her in." "Will ye na leave her here?
Put her in my bed and gae tell White Farm!" "No, I will carry her home." Mother Binning took from a chest a gray plaid.

He lifted again the dead woman, and she happed the plaid about her.

"Ah, the lassie--the lassie! Come to me, Glenfernie, and I will scry for you who it was!" He looked at her as though he did not hear her.

He lifted the body, holding it against his shoulder like a child, and went forth.

He knew the path so absolutely, he was so strong and light of foot, that he went without difficulty through the glen, by the loud crying water, by the points of crag and the curving roots and the drifts of snow, by the green patches of moss and the trees great and small.