She could not see well, and the box-bed was dark, so she did not at first recognize Cosmo, but the moment she suspected who it was, she too uttered a cry--the cry of old age, feeble and wailful.
"The michty be ower's! what's come to my bairn ?" she said.
"The maister knockit him doon," gasped Agnes.
"Eh, lassie! rin for the doctor." "No," came feebly from the bed.

"I dinna want ony notice ta'en o' the business." "Are ye sair hurtit, my bairn ?" asked the old woman.
"My heid's some sair an' throughither-like; but I'll just lie still a wee, and syne I'll be able to gang hame.

I'm some sick.

I winna gang back to the school the day." "Na, my bonnie man, that ye sanna!" cried Grannie, in a tone mingled of pity and indignation.
A moment more, and Agnes rose from the earth, for earth it was, quite fresh; and the two did all they could to make him comfortable.

Aggie would have gone at once to let his father know; she was perfectly able, she said, and in truth seemed nothing the worse for her fierce exertion.