CHAPTER VII.
DREAMS.
The gloamin' came down much sooner in Grannie's cottage than on the sides of the eastward hills, but the old woman made up her little fire, and it glowed a bright heart to the shadowy place.

Though the room was always dusky, it was never at this season quite dark any time of the night.

It was not absolutely needful, except for the little cooking required by the invalid--for as such, in her pride of being his nurse, Grannie regarded him--but she welcomed the excuse for a little extra warmth to her old limbs during the night watches.

Then she sat down in her great chair, and all was still.
"What for arena ye spinnin', Grannie ?" said Cosmo.

"I like fine to hear the wheel singin' like a muckle flee upo' the winnock.