"It is the best of weather for wandering." "Are you fond of that, too?
Do you go up and down alone ?" "By my lee-lane when Gilian's not here.

She's in Aberdeen now, where live our mother's folk." "I have not seen you for years." "I mind the last time.

Your mother lay ill.

One evening at sunset Mr.
Ian Rullock and you came to White Farm." "It must have been after sunset.

It must have been dark." "Back of that you and he came from Edinburgh one time.