Little time such an appropriation required.

Noiselessly she set the bottle down, darted into a closet containing a solitary calf, and there stood looking from the open window in right innocent fashion, curiously contemplating the raft attached to it, upon which she had seen the highland woman arrive with her children.
At supper-time she was missing altogether.

Nobody could with certainty say when he had last seen her.

The house was searched from top to bottom, and the conclusion arrived at was, that she must have fallen from some window and been drowned--only, surely she would at least have uttered one cry! Examining certain of the windows to know whether she might not have left some sign of such an exit, the farmer discovered that the brander was gone.
"Losh!" cried the orra man, with a face bewildered to shapelessness, like that of an old moon rising in a fog, "yon'll be her I saw an hoor ago, hyne doon the water!" "Ye muckle gowk!" said his master, "hoo cud she win sae far ohn gane to the boddom ?" "Upo' the bran'er, sir," answered the orra man.

"I tuik her for a muckle dog upon a door.