"I've thought of little else, Sandy," replied Ian, as he stroked the lamb. The little creature was nestling down comfortably in Sandy's arms.
"Well, lad, uncover the plaid on my cart and see what I have there."
Ian turned back the bit of plaid covering the cart. Sandy used it to protect his personal belongings.
"Two sets o' pipes, Sandy!" exclaimed Ian.
"Ay! One was given me by a man for a service. It is not so bonny as mine but might do for a laddie learning to play!"
"Sandy, do you mean—?" Ian cried.
"Ay, lad. In the spring when I return, if this wee beastie is fine, and you have done your duty like a true shepherd, then you shall have the pipes!"
"Sandy, Sandy, is it true? May I be a piper and play the pipes like the laddies in Dunblane? Ach, Sandy!"
Ian was almost mad with joy. For a moment he forgot what service he was to render in return for this great reward. But remembering his charge, he carefully lifted the little lamb out of Sandy's arms.
He held it tenderly in his own, and said, "You'll find the wee beastie well and fat when you return in the spring, Sandy."