But a year must elapse, and many things might happen.
Yet at the end he burst into tears, called Elspie, and blessed them:
Elspie, my bairn, he said, I thought not when at the doorway
Standing with you, and telling the young man where he would find us,
I did not think he would one day be asking me here to surrender
What is to me more than wealth in my Bothie of Tober-na-vuolich.
IX
Arva, beata Petamus arva!
So on the morrow’s morrow, with Term-time dread returning,