“Nae lochs!” exclaimed the two Highlanders in a breath.
“No.”
“Why, she thought Lonton wass a ferry fine place.”
“So it is; full of great streets and shops.”
“There’s ferry coot shops i’ Stirling,” said Long Shon proudly, “and so there is in Oban. She’ll pe pound there’s no petter shops in Lonton than there is in Oban. Put no lochs?”
“No.”
“I ton’t think she shall think much coot o’ Lonton, Tavish,” said Long Shon rather scornfully.
“Put she shall have sailed a poat pefore?” said Tavish, staring hard at Max.
“No, never. I was never in a boat alone before.”
“She will never pe in a poat alone pefore!” said the forester. “Wonterful!”