"Not for a day or two, Frank," said Talbot, smiling.
"Well, but it is a good thing we have books to read, isn't it, Conal?"
"And pens and ink?"
"Yes, pens and ink, and my fiddle."
"And my bagpipes," said Duncan emphatically.
"Oh, Duncan, we hadn't forgotten that or these."
"When I get them over my shoulder," said Duncan, "and put my drones in order, I don't think there will be much chance of your forgetting them."
Now wild winter had come in earnest,
"To rule the varied year".
It did not seem, however, that there was going to be a great deal of variety about it.