"Take care of it for me till I come home." "Which winna be till late, ey fancy," rejoined Jennet, roguishly.

"Ah!" she added, uttering a cry.
The latter exclamation was occasioned by the sudden flight of the dove, which, escaping from her hold, soared aloft.

Jennet followed the course of its silver wings, as they cleaved the blue sky, and then all at once saw a large hawk, which apparently had been hovering about, swoop down upon it, and bear it off.

Some white feathers fell down near the little girl, and she picked up one of them and put it in her breast.
"Poor bird!" exclaimed the May Queen.
"Eigh, poor bird!" echoed Jennet, tearfully.

"Ah, ye dunna knoa aw, Alizon." "Weel, there's neaw use whimpering abowt a duv," observed Jem, gruffly.
"Ey'n bring ye another t' furst time ey go to Cown." "There's nah another bird like that," sobbed the little girl.