Syne I tried the roof, and a sore sklim I had, but when I got there there were no skylights.

At the end I got in by the coal-hole.

That's why ye're maybe thinkin' I'm no' very clean." Heritage's patience was nearly exhausted.
"I don't want to hear how you got in.

What did you find, you little devil ?" "Inside the Hoose," said Dougal slowly (and there was a melancholy sense of anti-climax in his voice, as of one who had hoped to speak of gold and jewels and armed men)--"inside that Hoose there's nothing but two women." Heritage sat down before him with a stern face.
"Describe them," he commanded.
"One o' them is dead auld, as auld as the wife here.

She didn't look to me very right in the head." "And the other ?" "Oh, just a lassie." "What was she like ?" Dougal seemed to be searching for adequate words.