"Eh!" said Jean, "haven't we to sit awful quiet, Jan?"
"Weel," said Janet nodding her head sagely, "and so ye shud sit quiet in the schule. Ye'll no be learning yer lessons if ye speak."
I went on sketching.
Janet is already being Macdonaldised. She accepts his authority without question. Ellen and Jean are critical as yet, but in a week both will have adapted themselves to the machine.
They wandered off to pluck flowers. I finished my sketch and hailed them. Then they came to me and took my arms and we took the cows home.
In the evening I was mucking out the byre when Jim Jackson came for his milk.
"Good morrow, sir," I called from the byre door, "you didn't happen to see Mr. Thomson's elephant as you came up the road?"
He looked interested.
"Elephant?" he asked brightly.