“Ye’ll no be gaein’ to set up for a proaphet?” said Girnel, with something approaching a sneer.
Girnel was the one who came down behind the rest.
“Na, na; naething like it,” said Blue Peter.
“But first ye’ll promise to haud yer tongues for half a day?” said Malcolm.
“Ay, ay; we’ll no clype.”—“We s’ haud ower tongues,” cried one and another and another, and all seemed to assent.
“Weel,” said Malcolm, “My name’s no Ma’colm MacPhail, but——”
“We a’ ken that,” said Girnel.
“An’ what mair du ye ken?” asked Blue Peter, with some anger at his interruption.
“Ow, naething.”
“Weel, ye ken little,” said Peter, and the rest laughed.