Here's a glass o' whisky I got frae my mither to kirsten the boat.

Fling't at the name o' her." Annie did as she was desired, to the perfect satisfaction of all present, particularly of the long, spare, sinewy farm-servant, who had contrived, when Alec's back was turned, to swallow the whisky and substitute Glamour water, which no doubt did equally well for the purposes of the ceremony.

Then with a gentle push from all, the _Bonnie Annie_, slid into the Glamour, where she lay afloat in contented grace, as unlike herself in the cart as a swan waddling wearily to the water is unlike the true swan-self when her legs have no longer to support her weight, but to oar her along through the friendly upholding element.
"Isna she bonnie ?" cried Annie in delight.
And indeed she was bonnie, in her green and white paint, lying like a great water-beetle ready to scamper over the smooth surface.

Alec sprang on board, nearly upsetting the tiny craft.

Then he held it by a bush on the bank while Curly handed in Annie, who sat down in the stern.