At length Alec took out his knife, and began, for very vacancy, to whittle away at the desk before him.

When Annie saw that, she crept across to his form, and sat down on the end of it.

Alec looked up at her, smiled, and went on with his whittling.
Annie slid a little nearer to him, and asked him to hear her say her catechism.

He consented, and she repeated the lesson perfectly.
"Now let me hear you, Alec," she said.
"Na, thank ye, Annie.

I canna say't.