He carried her into the shop, and set her down on a sack that stood outside the counter, leaning against it.

He then went back to his horse's head.
The sack made no bad seat, for it was half-full of turnip-seed; and upon it Annie sat, and drearily surveyed the circumstances.
Auntie was standing in the middle of the shop.

Bruce was holding the counter open, and inviting her to enter.
"Ye'll come in and tak a cup o' tay, efter yer journey, Marget ?" said he.
"Na, I thank ye, Robert Bruce.

Jeames and I maun jist turn and gae hame again.

There's a hantle to look efter yet, and we maunna neglec' oor wark.