Jock Binning, crutched and with an elfish face and figure and voice, had pulled down upon himself the office of revelator.

The group swayed a little from him and he was left facing White Farm and the laird of Glenfernie.

He had a wailing, chanting, elvish manner of speech.

Out streamed this voice: "'Twere the last of June, twa-three days after the laird rode to Edinburgh, and she brought my mither a giftie of plums and sat doon for a crack with her.

By he came and stood and talked.