"It is only that I am very weary.

I think the cold tires one." "I will tell you the rest another time," said Cosmo cheerily.

"You must lie down on the sofa, and I will cover you up warm." "No, no; please go on.

Indeed I want to hear the rest of it." "Well," resumed Cosmo, "the news of this wolf, or whatever it was, had come to the ears of the farmer for the first time that day at a fair, and he was hurrying home with his head and his heart and his heels full of it, when he saw Mary sitting on the white stone by the track, feeling as safe as if she were in paradise, and as sad as if she were in purgatory .-- That's how Grizzie tells it--I suppose because some of her people are papists .-- But, for as much as he wanted to marry her, you could hardly say he was in love with her--could you, Lady Joan ?--when I tell you that, instead of stopping and taking her and her sheep home, he hurried past her, crying out, 'Gang hame, Mary.

There's a mad beast on the hill.