“Ah, we might do that when the shower’s over.”
“There’ll pe a teal of watter coming down fra Ben Doil.”
“Yes, we’ll go, Max; and, say, Tav, we never went after the stags Scoody and I saw. Think we could get a shot at them to-day?”
“Weel, she might, Maister Ken, put she’d pe a wee pit wat for ta young chentleman.”
“Oh, he wouldn’t mind. You’d like to go deerstalking, Max?”
“Yes, I should like to go, but—”
“Oh, we wouldn’t go while it rains hard; and you’d only get your feet wet.”
“She couldna get over ta mountain to-day,” said Long Shon decisively; “and ta glen’ll be so full of watter, she couldna stand.”
“Oh, nonsense! We could go, Tav?”
“Ou ay, she could go, put there’s a teal o’ watter apoot.”