"Troth, then, they'll get more than they're expectin'," said Gordie.
"What time did ye say they'd be comin' back the night, Mrs M'Rea?" Mick asked.
"Ye know we'd like' to come to the welcome," said Jane.
"Och, it'd be late for the likes a' yous," answered Mrs M'Rea. "It'll be past ten, won't it, Gordie."
"Nearer eleven that ten," said Gordie. "You lave it to us, Miss Jane; niver fear but they'll get the right good welcome."
Going home they were all very quiet. No one spoke till they came to the gates. Then Patsy said: "Lull'll niver let us out at that time a' night."
"We'll just have to dodge her," said Jane; "it'd be the wicked an' the wrong thing to let ould Jimmie off."
"It'll be the quare fun," said Patsy, dancing round.
"It won't be fun, Patsy; it'll be vengeance," said Jane severely.
"Ye'll take me with ye, won't ye?" Honeybird begged.