And, oh, man, you talk mickle of the lasses!" Ian looked at him with long, narrow, dark-gold eyes.

"They're found in ballads," he said.
Alexander just paused in his stride.

"Humph! that's true!..." They entered the glen.

The stream began to brawl; on either hand the hills closed in, towering high.

Some of the trees were bare, but to most yet clung the red-brown or the gold-brown dress.