“Nay, she shall not catch a fush like that,” said the forester.
“Get out! How do you know?” cried Kenneth.
“Oh, she kens that verra weel. She shall not catch the fush till she knows how.”
“We’ll see about that,” cried Kenneth, catching Max by the arm. “Here, Tav, you see that Scood gets the rods all right. I want to introduce Mr Blande to old Donald.”
“She will be all retty,” said the forester, nodding his head slowly, and standing gazing after the two lads till they were some yards away, when he stopped the nodding motion of his head and began to shake it slowly, with his eyes seeming to laugh more and more.
“She means little cames with the laddie; she means little cames.”