When he saw the water come in at front and back doors at once, Angus ordered his family up the stair: the cottage had a large attic, with dormer windows, where they slept.

He himself remained below for some time longer, in that end of the house where he kept his guns and fishing-tackle; there he sat on a table, preparing nets for the fish that would be left in the pools; and not until he found himself afloat did he take his work to the attic.
There the room was hot, and they had the window open.

Mistress Mac Pholp stood at it, looking out on the awful prospect, with her youngest child, a sickly boy, in her arms.

He had in his a little terrier-pup, greatly valued of the gamekeeper.

In a sudden outbreak of peevish wilfulness, he threw the creature out of the window.