“I ken somebody,” said Andrew, “that would fain spread oot wings, like a great big hen, ower a' the bairns, you an' me an' a', Dawtie!”
“That's my mither!” cried Dawtie, looking up, and showing her white teeth.
“Na, it's a man,” said Sandy.
“It's my father, than!”
“Na, it's no. Would ye like to see Him?”
“Na, I'm no carin'.”
“Sandy and me's gaein' to see Him some day.”
“I'll gang wi' ye. But I maun tak' my chuckie!”
She looked down where she had set the little bird on the ground; it had hobbled away and she could not see it!
“Eh,” she cried, starting up, “ye made me forget my chuckie wi' yer questions! It's mither 'ill peck it!”