Drumtochty did not laugh. Drumtochty looked as if it could have done quite otherwise for joy.
"A' wud hae made a third gin a hed been there," announced Hillocks, aggressively.
"Come on, Drumsheugh," said Jamie Soutar, "gie's the end o't; it wes a michty mornin'."
"'We're twa auld fules,' says MacLure tae me, and he gaithers up his claithes. 'It wud set us better tae be tellin' Bell.'
"She wes sleepin' on the top o' her bed wrapped in a plaid, fair worn oot wi' three weeks' nursin' o' Saunders, but at the first touch she was oot upon the floor.
"'Is Saunders deein', doctor?' she cries. 'Ye promised tae wauken me; dinna tell me it's a' ower.'
"'There's nae deein' aboot him, Bell; ye're no tae lose yir man this time, sae far as a' can see. Come ben an' jidge for yersel'.'