Jock and Mhor threw themselves on them with many-endearing names, before they even looked at their host.
"Is luncheon ready ?" was Mhor's greeting.
"Why?
Are you hungry ?" "Oh yes, but it's not that.

I wondered if there would be time to go to the stables.

Tam says there are some new puppies." "I'd keep the puppies for later, if I were you," Lewis Elliot advised.
"You'd better have luncheon while your hands are fairly clean.

Jean will be sure to make you wash them if you go mucking about in the stables." Mhor nodded.

He was no Jew, and took small pleasure in the outward cleansing of the cup and platter.