So clear out of this tent and make yourself busy.

By the way, where's the pipes?
The folk will soon be asking for a tune." "But I want to know, Mrs.Cochrane," persisted Cameron.
"Where's the pipes, I'm saying.

John," she cried, lifting her voice, to her husband, who was standing at the other side of the house.

"Where's the pipes?
They're not burned, I hope," she continued, turning to Cameron.

"The whole settlement would feel that a loss." "Fortunately no.