She was all but crying when Curly darted to the gate, his face glowing with his run, and his eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Come, Annie," cried he; "we're gaein' to lainch the boat." "I canna, Curly; I hae the bairn to min'." "Tak the bairn in til 'ts mither." "I daurna." "Lay't doon o' the table, an' rin." "Na, na, Curly; I cudna do that.

Puir little crater!" "Is the beastie heavy ?" asked Curly, with deceitful interest.
"Dreadfu'." "Lat's try." "Ye'll lat her fa'." "Deed no.

I'm no sae fusionless (pithless).

Gie's a haud o' her." Annie yielded her charge; but no sooner had Curly possession of the baby, than he bounded away with her out of the garden into the back yard adjoining the house.

Now in this yard, just opposite the kitchen-window, there was a huge sugar-cask, which, having been converted into a reservoir, stood under a spout, and was at this moment half full of rain-water.