“GienIwasyou，SirGilbert，“saidDonal，whonowandthenrememberedMrs。Sclater’srequest——theyhadcomedown，andlookingattheoutsideofthehouse，hadespiedahalf-obliteratedstone-carvingoftheGalbraitharms——“GienIwasyou，SirGilbert，I
wadgarMaisterScletterkeepasherpluikootforthefirstchanceo’buyin’backthishoose。Itwadbeagreatpeetyitsudgangtowauraforeyegetit。Eh！sictalesasthishoosecudtell！”
“HowamItodothat，Donal？，Mr。Sclaterwouldnotmindme。Themoney’snotmineyet，youknow，“saidGibbie。
“Thesillerisyours，Gibbie，“answeredDonal;“it’syoursasthekingdomo’h’aven’syours;it’sonly’atyecannajistlayyerhan’supo’’tyet。TheseeneryelatthatMaisterScletterken’atyekenwhatye’reaboot，thebetter。An’believeme，whanhecomestoun’erstan’’atyewantthathoosekoft，he’llnobeadayohnganetosomebodyoranitherabootit。”
Donalwasright，forwithinamonththehousewasbought，andcertainnecessaryrepairscommenced。