"I won't say but what I had some such thait."
She turned to leave him, but he hooked her with his staff. "As you're here," he said, "will you go an errand for me?"
"No," she told him promptly; "I don't like you."
"There's no love lost between us," he replied, "for I think you're the dourest lassie I ever clapped eyes on, but there's no other litlin handy, so you must do as you are bid, and take this bottle to Ballingall's."
"Is it a medicine bottle?" she asked, with sudden interest.
"Yes, it's medicine. Do you know Ballingall's house in the West town end?"
"Ballingall who has the little school?"
"The same, but I doubt he'll keep school no longer."
"Is he dying?"
"I'm afraid there's no doubt of it. Will you go?"