Only gien we war up whaur ye see yon twa three sheep again' the lift (sky), we cud see the bit hoosie whaur her an' my father bides." "How I should like to see your father and mother, Nicie!" exclaimed Ginevra.
"Weel, I'm sure they wad be richt glaid to see yersel', missie, ony time 'at ye likit to gang an' see them." "Why shouldn't we go now, Nicie?
It's not a dangerous place, is it ?" "No, missie.

Glashgar's as quaiet an' weel-behaved a hill as ony in a' the cweentry," answered Nicie, laughing.

"She's some puir, like the lave o' 's, an' hasna muckle to spare, but the sheep get a feow nibbles upon her, here an' there; an' my mither manages to keep a coo, an' get plenty o' milk frae her tee." "Come, then, Nicie.

We have plenty of time.

Nobody wants either you or me, and we shall get home before any one misses us." Nicie was glad enough to consent; they turned at once to the hill, and began climbing.