"Peter's no' in, so ye needna hold on to the door.

Peter's lost.

Deid, as likely as not." She turned away in bitterness of heart, leaving Jean to take the parcels from the boy.
The boys came in quietly after another fruitless search.

They did not ask hopefully, as they had done at first, if Peter had come home, and Jean did not ask how they had fared.
The sight of Pamela cheered them a good deal.
"Does she know ?" Jock asked, and Jean nodded.
Pamela kept the talk going through tea, and told them so many funny stories that they had to laugh.
"If only," said Mhor, "Peter was here now the Honourable's back we would be happy." "There's a big box of hard chocolates behind that cushion," Pamela said, pointing to the sofa.
It was at that moment that the door opened, and Mrs.M'Cosh put her head in.

Her face wore a broad smile.
"The wanderer has returned," she said.
At that moment Jean thought the Glasgow accent the most delightful thing on earth and the smile on Mrs.M'Cosh's face the most beautiful.