It was Uncle Harry who caught little Lois, and lifted her so that he could look into her eyes.
"I want my dolly, now," she cried, anxious lest it be lost or stolen. Dorothy brought the doll, and the child clasped it to her breast.
"My wee lassie said she wisht she had a gift tae gi' ye," said Sandy.
"I have a dear little girl of my own, and I prize her baby kisses," said Uncle Harry. "Will you give me one, little Lois?"
She clasped her arms around his neck, and kissed him softly.
"Best man next to father," she said.