"And then the weather's been so bad, Donald!"
"Ou ay, sir. Only three fine days—and twa of them snappit up by the Sawbath!"
TWO ON A TOUR
"Can you tell me which is Croft Lochay?"
The smith leant on his pitchfork—he had been up at the hay—and eyed Gwendolen and myself with friendly interest.
"Ye'll be the gentry from London Mistress McDiarmat is expectin'?"
"And which is the way to her house?"
"Well", said the smith, shading his eyes as he peered up at the Ben, "ye can't see it rightly from here, as it lies behind yon knowe. It's a whole year whatever since I hev not been up myself; but if you follow the burn——"