No doubt she was pondering what could be done.

She got me some milk--half cream I do believe, it was so nice--and some oatcake, and went on with her work.
While I ate I reflected that any moment Mrs.Mitchell might appear to drag me back in disgrace to that horrible den.

I knew that Kirsty's authority was not equal to hers, and that she would be compelled to give me up.

So I watched an opportunity to escape once more and hide myself, so that Kirsty might be able to say she did not know where I was.
When I had finished, and Kirsty had left the kitchen for a moment, I sped noiselessly to the door, and looked out into the farmyard.

There was no one to be seen.