"Aye, ye kin bate a pair ov oul boots there is!"
"What will th' ants do wi' th' fly?" Jamie asked.
"Huh!" he grunted with an air of authority, "they'll haave rump steaks fur tay and fly broth fur breakvist th' morra!"
"Th' don't need praychers down there, do th', Willie?"
"Don't need thim up here!" he said. "They're sign-boards t' point th' way that iverybody knows as well as th' nose on his face!"
"Good-by," Anna said, as they prepared to leave.
"Good-by, an' God save ye both kindly," were Willie's parting words. He adjusted the wire protectors to his eyes and the sojourners went on down the road.
They found a mossy bank and unpacked their dinner.
"Quare, isn't he?" Jamie said.
"He has more sense than any of our people."