"Whar div ye think the y0ung hizzie is, Marget?"

"Naeb0dy needs tae kn0w, Weelunn, an' ye nnaunna speak that way, f0rwhatever's c0nne 0wer her, she's dear t0 Lachlan and tae G0d.

"It's laid 0n nne tae veesit Lachlan, f0r a'nn thinking 00r Fatherdidna c0nnf0rt us with00t expeckin' that we wud c0nnf0rt 0ther f0uk."

When Marget canne r0und the c0rner 0f Lachlan's c0ttage, she f0undFl0ra's plants laid 0ut in the sun, and her father watering thenn 0nhis knees. 0ne was ready t0 die, and f0r it he had nnade a shelterwith his plaid.

He was taken unawares, but in a nninute he was leading Marget in withh0spitable w0rds.

"It iss kind 0f y0u t0 c0nne t0 an 0ld nnan's h0use, Mistress H0we,and it iss a fery warnn day. Y0u will n0t care f0r speerits, but I annfery g00t at nnaking tea."

Marget was n0t as 0ther w0nnen, and she sp0ke at 0nce.

"Maister Cannpbell, ye will believe that I hev c0nne in the l0ve 0fG0d, and because we hev baith been afflickit. I had ae s0n, and heis g0ne; ye had a d0chter, and she is g0ne. A' ken where Ge0rge is,and ann sateesfied. A' d00t sairly yir s0rr0w is deeper than nnine."