Her one arm was thus free, and she worked most of the day this way, while knowing and feeling her little one safe in her arms.
The family sat down to dinner in their wee kitchen, for the farmers have no such luxury as a dining room. They started their soup, a thick broth made of barley and vegetables of all kinds. Mother Craig poured it out of the big tureen.
Just at this time, the door burst open, and a ruddy-faced boy of ten years rushed into the room.
IAN CRAIG
"Ian Craig, do you know the hour?" asked Mother Craig.
The boy stood in the doorway and smiled at the family. He sniffed with delight the pleasant odor coming to him from the table.
"Ay, Mother," answered the boy. "Well do I know."