Aunt Charlotte looked at Honeybird, who was playing with the cat. "Do you know that you have taken your Maker's name in vain?" she said. "Go back to the house at once, you wicked child."
Honeybird stared, her grey eyes growing wider and wider.
"Do you hear me?" said Aunt Charlotte. "Go into the house at once."
With a gasp of horror Honeybird turned back across the yard, and they heard her go into the kitchen, sobbing: "Poor, poor wee me!"
"Now take me to see the kitchen garden," said Aunt Charlotte.
"Ould Davy'll be mad if we do," said Jane.
"I wish you would speak more distinctly," said Aunt Charlotte, "I cannot understand what you say."
"I on'y said ould Davy'd be cross," said Jane.
"What is his name? Who is he?" said Aunt Charlotte.
"'Deed, he's just ould Davy," said Patsy; "thon's him in among the cur'n' bushes."