"There's the glass place wi' a door into the Hoose.

That door maun be open or the lassie maun hae the key, for she comes there whenever she likes.

Now' at each end o' the place the doors are lockit, but the front that looks on the garden is open, wi' muckle posts and flower-pots.

The trouble is that that side there' maybe twenty feet o' a wall between the pawrapet and the ground.

It's an auld wall wi' cracks and holes in it, and it wouldn't be ill to sklim.
That's why they let her gang there when she wants, for a lassie couldn't get away without breakin' her neck." "Could we climb it ?" Heritage asked.
The boy wrinkled his brows.